Glory

For fifteen years, finally wins and you toot your horn, all the way through town
Why? Glory, that's why, glory
We all know little glorys, we're just not good at big glorys
Yeah

Way I'm doin' this shit seem effortless
Say I move like I'm workin' with Mexicans
Ayy, I looked at the dirt and seen a rose grow
Run it up from the dirt, bought a rose gold
Wherever I go, yeah, the pole go
Young back in the field when the show slow
This money is flyin', these hoes know
If you don't know now, you'll never know

You statin' you federal
You gettin' it in, you goin' legit
You startin' your discipline, you're having your business, you're stackin' your chips
I'm writing my goals down, I'm knockin' them all down, I'm scratchin' the list
I'm mad that cappin' exist, 'cause niggas be rappin' that when they really this
Bro mad I ain't poppin' my shit, but who you know rock it like this who come from the trenches?
All this free game I'm kickin', quick to go turn on my niggas that do it for bitches
You never had pressure like this, all the deals they be sendin' is multi-million
I'm glad I was raised by bosses, these niggas lost in the sauce keep talkin' 'bout killing
All of the killers I know, they don't even talk, so I'm sayin' too much right now
"Face you a rich-ass nigga," but I'll still sleep in the city, you can ask John John
You know it's Chanel for the skele', I rock with the regular business, just ask Nyny
My son, he can't even talk, but he hop in the back of the Benz', he wave bye-bye
These niggas be geekin' for nan'
Last night I had a dream about money
Woke up out my sleep thinkin' the same thing
Fuck it, I'm spendin' a hunnid (ayy)
Niggas gon' put you some cuffs on your main thing
If I'm in her city, she fuckin'
Old school shit, I never buttoned
Niggas they hate me, I love it (phew)
My reaction in public, I'm thuggin'
Still pushin' P like Gunna
YSL on like Thug'nem
Acorn real, I'm a Blood fam
Pick the bag up, put the guns down
Drop the bags off, put my gun on me
Thick ass bitch, put ones on her
Bitch need to listen, my gun inside

Way I'm doin' this shit seem effortless
Say I move like I'm workin' with Mexicans
And you look at the dirt and see roses grow
Run it up from the dirt, bought a rose gold
Wherever I go, yeah, the pole go
Young back in the field when the show slow
This money is flyin', these hoes know
If you don't know now, you'll never know