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Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I popped a bottle, told the story to my boys
I got a on my wrist, glory to the Lord
Plus I got my homies getting rich, to the Lord
At the like
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
He let the sun shine on a nigga from the
Man I done it off the block, glory to the Lord
Let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out, glory to the

(Glory to the Lord)
If hate every style you sport
If your lawyer paid and you made out in
And your baby mama took you off support
You at the club
(Glory to the Lord)
Like, like what else you say
But, but roll me up a J
And, and let me you how the hood pray
We be

to the Lord, glory to the Lord
I mean I could've been in a Honda Accord
Now I rock it if it don't say Tom Ford
Black tuxedo on with concords, screaming out
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
I mean you know it's a war, you know a war
Every time I hit the floor break, you know your boy
You know a joy, when I wake up and I whip that Porsche
And they screaming "ay nigga I ain't gon' hit Forbes"
I'm like of course, bitch of course
Rich and gorgeous, I given choice
And I the course
If talks, bitch I'm hoarse
And I'm sick of the
And the conversation it like it's too hard to win
All you wanna do is bring up all of my again
Man I'm so flawed, oh God
You never love me halfway, you do the job
Light up my path let me be my own
As I look back man, was so hard
Now it's food on the so my niggas don't starve

At the like,
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
I popped a bottle, told the story to my boys
I got a rollie on my wrist, to the Lord
Plus I got my homies getting rich, to the Lord
At the club
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
He let the sun shine on a nigga the hood
Man I done it off the block, glory to the Lord
Let's pop a hundred screaming out, glory to the Lord

(Glory to the Lord)
If they every style you sport
If your lawyer paid and you made out in
And your mama took you off child support
You at the club
(Glory to the Lord)

Let's have a to coming up

You used to say you couldn't it, my nigga
You shouldn't talk in to a toilet, my
I ain't even a travel ride, now all my cars imported
And I'm like,
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
Ay man Robert it out, glory to the Lord
I up, load up man just to keep a piece of mind
to the Lord,
I perform man I swear it's so motherfucking cold outside
Glory to the
Just name it, it was something I afford
Now I rock the kind of shit, ain't never hit stores
First I'mma say
After every
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
Penthouse suite feel like God when I look
Word to the Lord I'm the R&B Brown
I hear 'em hating I thank Jesus I ain't there
Swag on let the church say Amen
Shawty is the shit, no
Booty so big,
And all my paid now, glory to the Lord
And all my bills paid now, glory to the
And we gon' pop a hundred bottles every I host
And I got all my homies me that's the Homie Ghost

Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I a bottle, told the whole story to my boys
I got a rollie on my wrist, glory to the
I got my homies getting rich, glory to the Lord
At the club
Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
He let the sun shine on a nigga the hood
Man I done made it off the block, to the Lord
Let's pop a hundred bottles out, glory to the Lord

(Glory to the Lord)
If they hate style you sport
If your paid and you made out in court
And your baby took you off child support
You at the like
(Glory to the Lord)
Like what else you say
But, but roll me up a J
And, and let me show you how the pray
We be (Glory to the Lord)