Glory

[Verse 1]
Sonin' niggas cause I'm poppin' really
Got the bars so I'm playing Willy Wonka
Going bonkers cause I'm really jiggy
Flip, the cash stats say we really winning
Glory glory glory glory
Y'all be taking L's with no Spanish meaning
Niggas steady leaning, never slowed the hustle
Give it all I got till I fill the duffle
Oh my God, oh my God
Get the money then I hit the bank
Been a soldier nigga, check the rank
Fuck around then we shooting with a tank
Cases on cases on cases
Abuja's a hell of a city, I come from the jungle
Chain just swing like gorillas
I'm with it, I'm with it, niggas ain't fucking with my shit

[Hook]
Back on this shit
We fly for this shit
Give 5 for the 6 and my blunt is lit
I'm sayin' it honestly, you can't fuck with this
Told you I'm on this shit, you know I'm on a wave
Can't move us, I'm gonna stay
Take no bullshit, I'm gonna slay
Harm me, nah nah
She know, I know
The C notes I blow, 5 O's I'm gone

[Verse 2]
Schooling niggas, I'm the teacher really
Got the ball so I'm playing Kobe Bryant
Shawty bad then I'm dunking in it
Got my rings wifing all your shawtys init
Powers powers powers powers
Bitches fucking with me like I won a raffle
Niggas scared to diss cause they know the powers
Love is bittersweet, I done tasted sour
On my life, on my life
Got Jay on the beat while he cooking that shit
Flick of the wrist while he making that beat
Like royalty shoes, they bow to the feet
Money on my mind I won't stop until I make it
All my niggas in Margiela so you know we eating

[Interlude]
You're not my level
You will never be on my level
Period, simple and plain
Accept the loss and say you know what
It's okay to be number two, its okay to be right behind me
It's okay

[Bridge]
I see bodies in the mortuary
Cemetery looking very scary, I see bodies buried
Your favourite MC got pictures in here; obituary
Father forgive me, I broke your commandments again
Body bagging when I pick up a pen
Drop a jam so you know is a gem
Really real, get the money
Hit the duffle, hit the bank
Keep the dough, tryna jump
We get the bus and we doing road
To the flow, when we move
Chasing cars, yeah we switching roads
In the studio doing overtime
Now we hustle all the fucking time
Fuck your grind

[Verse 3]
Grinding; all my niggas riding with me
Steady going hard, came up from the ground
Fuck the beat up, I ride for my city
Make the booth get lit when I spit my shit
See the flow so deadly like I slit my wrist
A1 bars, on some hitlist shit
Flexing, amazing, that crispy shit
All that bullshit nigga, better miss me with
Cause face to face, we can't interact
Cause your shit is wack, I'm just stating facts
If I flip the cash cause I'm spitting hard
You're just talking crud with no backing nigga
On my grind, ain't no slackin' nigga
In the city with the realest niggas
If they catch you slippin', then the Lord be with ya
Hallelujah Father, may the peace be with ya