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)