Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord
I popped a bottle told the whole story to my boys
I got a rollie on my wrist (Glory to the Lord)
Plus I got my homies getting rich (Glory to the Lord)
At the club like (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord)
He let the sun shine on a nikka from the hood
Man, I done made it off the block (Glory to the Lord)
Let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out (Glory to the Lord)
Glory to the Lord
If they hate every style you sport
If you know you paid and you made it out in court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
Glory to the Lord
Like, like what else you could say
But, but roll me up a good J
And, and let me show you how the hood pray
This and War was too fire
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