Glory to the Lord

[Chorus: King Los]

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 nigga 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 your lawyer 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

We be like

[Verse 1: King Los]

Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord

I mean I could've been broke in a Honda Accord

Now I don't rock it if it don't say Tom Ford

Black tuxedo on with some Concords, screaming out

Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord

I mean you know it's a war, you know it's a war

Every time I hit the floor pray, you know it's your boy

You know it's a joy , when I wake up and I whip that Porsche

And they screaming ay nigga are you gon' hit that Forbes

I'm like bitch of course, bitch of course

Bitch I'm gorgeous, I wasn't given choice

And I switch the course

If money talks, bitch I'm hoarse

And I'm sick of the arguing

And the conversation is seem like it's too hard to win

All you wanna do is bring up all of my flaws again

Man I'm so flawed, Oh God

You never love me halfway you do the whole job

Light up my path let me be my own star

As I look back man shit was so hard

Now it's food on the table so my niggas don't starve

[Chorus: King Los]

At the club like

(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 nigga 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 your lawyer 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

[Verse 2: R. Kelly]

Ohhh, let's have a toast to comin' up

Still getting money, King

You used to say "you couldn't afford it," my nigga

You shit talking to a toilet, my nigga

I ain't even had to trap, right

Now all my cars imported

And I'm like (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord)

Aye man, Robert made it out, Glory to the Lord

I rolled up, blowed up, man just to keep a peace of mind (Glory to the Lord)

I street perform and I swear it was so motherfucking cold outside (Glory to the Lord)

Just maybe it was something I couldn't afford

Now I rock the kind of shit that ain't never in stores

First thing imma say after every award (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord)

Penthouse suite feel like God when I look down

Glory to the Lord, I'm the R&B James Brown

I hear 'em hating I thank Jesus that I ain't them

Swag on heaven let the church say Amen

Shawty is the shit, no Manure

Booty so big, Hallelujah

And all my niggas paid now, Glory to the Lord

And all my bills paid now, Glory to the Lord

And we gon' pop a hundred bottles every club I host

And I got all my homies with me that's the Homie Ghost

Church

[Chorus: King Los]

Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord

I pop 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 sunshine on a nigga 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 your lawyer 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 what else you could say

But, but roll me up a good J

And, and let me show you how the hood pray

We be like

Glory to the Lord