Glory

For 15 years, finally wins, and you toot your horn, all the way through town
Why? Glory, that's why, glory
We all know little glories, we're just not good at big glories
Yeah

Way I'm doin' this shit seem effortless
Say I move like I'm workin' with Mexicans (yeah)
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 (for real)
Young back in the field when the show stop (yeah)
This money is flyin', these hoes know
If you don't know now, you'll never know (mm)

You statin' you federal, you gettin' it in, you goin' legit (you know)
You startin' your discipline, you're having your business, you're stackin' your chips (for real)
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, ask y'all jocks (jocks)
You know it's Chanel for the skele', I rock with the regular business, just ask Nana (yes)
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 your city, she fuckin'
Old school shit, I never buttoned, niggas they hate bein' leave in

My reaction in public, I'm thuggin', still pushin' P like Gunna (still pushin')
YSL on like Thug'nem (mm), hey come 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 (yeah)
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 (for real)
Young back in the field when the show stop (yeah)
This money is flyin', these hoes know
If you don't know now, you'll never know (you'll never know)