King Los ft. R. Kelly - Glory to the Lord Lyrics

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 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 couldn't 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, 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 break, 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 I ain't gon' hit that Forbes"
I'm like bitch of course, bitch of course
Rich and 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 it 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

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 out in court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
(Glory to the Lord)

Let's have a toast to coming up

You used to say you couldn't afford it, my nigga
You shouldn't talk in to a toilet, my nigga
I ain't even have a travel ride, now all my cars imported
And I'm like,
Glory to the Lord, glory to the Lord
Ay man Robert made it out, glory to the Lord
I rolled up, load up man just to keep a piece of mind
Glory to the Lord,
I street perform man I swear it's so motherfucking cold outside
Glory to the Lord
Just name it, it was something I couldn't afford
Now I rock the kind of shit, that ain't never hit stores
First thing I'mma say
After every award
Glory to the Lord, glory to the Lord
Penthouse suite feel like God when I look down
Word to the Lord I'm the R&B James Brown
I hear 'em hating I thank Jesus that I ain't there
Swag on heaven let the church say Amen
Shawty is the shit, no Manure
Booty so big, Hallellujah
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

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 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)