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

(Glory to the Lord)
If they hate every you sport
If your lawyer and you made out in court
And baby mama took you off child 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 show you how the pray
We be

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

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

(Glory to the Lord)
If hate every style you sport
If your paid and you made out in court
And your baby mama took you off child
You at the like
(Glory to the Lord)

Let's a toast to coming up

You used to say you afford it, my nigga
You talk in to a toilet, my nigga
I ain't even a travel ride, now all my cars imported
And I'm like,
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
Ay man Robert made it out, to the Lord
I rolled up, load up man to keep a piece of mind
to the Lord,
I street perform man I swear it's so motherfucking outside
to the Lord
Just name it, it was something I couldn't
Now I rock the kind of shit, that ain't hit stores
First thing say
After every
Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
Penthouse feel like God when I look down
Word to the Lord I'm the R&B James
I hear 'em hating I thank Jesus I ain't there
Swag on heaven let the say Amen
is the shit, no Manure
Booty so big,
And all my niggas now, glory to the Lord
And all my bills now, glory to the Lord
And we gon' pop a hundred bottles club I host
And I got all my homies with me the Homie Ghost

Glory to the Lord, 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 like
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
He let the sun shine on a from the hood
Man I made it off the block, glory to the Lord
pop a hundred bottles screaming out, glory to the Lord

(Glory to the Lord)
If they hate every style you
If your lawyer and you made out in court
And your mama took you off child support
You at the like
(Glory to the Lord)
Like else you could say
But, but me up a good J
And, and let me show you how the hood
We be (Glory to the Lord)