Glory Glory

[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh & Phonte ]

LB Bizness (Conductor)

Yeah, it's LB

Three in the morning type shit, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah (Ha-ha-ha)

[Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh]

Glory glory, standing on the shoulders of giants

Robert Horry, a bit of history

Bitter niggas bore me, all praises due

I was rocking to Kane, my brother rocked 'caine too

Now they dopesick, I author like Beth Macy

Penmanship that drive critics and crowds crazy

Limitless, twenty in, there's no safety

And we still letting rounds off

TV in the background with the sound off

Carpet warm, back-and-forth pacing

A better me, I was always chasing

Niggas now be content, then they get complacent

Origin storiеs start to change up

Nigga, don't ever bring my namе up

Unless you talking 'bout the best still

Break a leg, nah, I train to kill

Rapping over vocals at shows, it shows you still leaning on training wheels

Thirty-five, time to pay the bill

Ayy, dunny, talk to 'em

A&R, I give a spark to 'em

I rearranged the whole clip for a grip, no discounts

Once it hit, quietly dismount

This is full circle, or evolution

However you see it, just know we cutting through all pollution

Pooh and 'Te mix it up, that's an ill solution

Add Conductor, it's a revolution

Now we televised

[Verse 2: Phonte]

Glory glory, my name has been verified

The young boys and the vets, they all testified

The game is primitive, our differences we can set aside

Twenty years of evidence, fake niggas was terrified

My track record is far beyond any rap record

Do the knowledge and some fact checking

Through all the trials and the tribulations

Me and Rapper stood adjacent, playing through them modulations with no half-steppin'

They say they love you, but they pull out at the last second

A damn shame, rap game withdrawal method

Saw my name on the walls of colleges

Where they played LB in pursuit of they scholarships

I am not anonymous, I am the apocalypse

You a koala, I'm a grizzly, bro, we polar opposites, the bare minimum

So you know it ain't no stopping this (No)

Leaving niggas senseless

Back in my youth, I was defenseless

A man-child scared to get in trouble

In the trenches when my belt got tighter, I never buckled

We served up stew and fans opened they mouth wide

But I live in my head and I don't really do outside

So don't make me over

Forty-four years and no greys, I'm amazed

Can't believe I made the quota

Pushing dual baby strollers

Putting words down on the page

With the gaze of a crazed Ray Liotta

Blackness

Baking soda, I got baking soda

Rapper, Tigallo, Dunny, Scudda we takin' over

Just 'cause you don't have a drink, that don't make you sober

And just 'cause you don't write it down, that don't make you Hova

Glory, glory, the end of my story's getting closer

Temperature rising, but the world is steady getting colder

Leave me alone, ring the alarm and tell the vultures

Stay the fuck out the garden if you gon' whore the culture

[Outro]

The number one set, ASL

LB, nigga

LB, nigga