No Glory

[Intro]
I wanna say no lust no glory you know what I'm saying?
It's really true
If it ain't no lust it ain't no glory
Know what I'm saying?
Got to put it down if you really want to crawl down
Know what I'm saying?
It ain't no falling at your front door
You gotta grind for it baby

[Verse]
When we put it down, yeah we do it G-style
It's the P-A-to the-T and they hear my freestyle
Smoking 'bout that grinding
Bumper kit reclining
Yellow hoes whining
I'm coming dine
In this Texas, rolling on Vogues
It's the Fat Pat, Ima roll down slow
Knock a dine nigga off, slam my candy door
In my gangster strut, knock up [?] a truck
I'm still rolling bumper kit, I don't give a fuck
Let me just dine
Pop trunk surround
Young nigga throwed, diamonds [?]
In my damn trunk
I ain't no punk
Still hanging with that boy Blunt, Kory Blunt
Me and Big Moe is coming down in the Jag'
Waiting on the bread, run them punks full of lead
'Cause we gon wreck a [?] for the '96
Crawling down slow on choppaz from the mix
Still up in the game
Ain't nothing changed
Gotta be the mane
Now I got fame
What they wanna do?
Still fucking with the Screw
It's the P-A-to the-T yeah nigga I thought you knew
You can't play a G, can't see me from a long, long way, way
In the sky so high, on Cloud 9
Mad hoe, but a young playa staying dine
Watch me in the corner
Blowing marijuana
Rolling with the Pat, in the Lincoln but they think [?]
Blinking, in the turning lane
Swang I ride 'cause we on '4s mane
Roll down boys, it's T, can you niggas see me?
Still rolling drop top, but them boys see me
What they wanna do, 'cause we still riding red
A lot of my homies yeah they thrown [?]
But you gotta get it
Yeah you gotta grind
Ima put it dine
Gotta get mine
I ain't gonna trip
Roll Moe ship
This time I'm coming 18s with the grip, on a grind
Crawling on '4s, watch a young playa climb
Small lights on
Creeping 'til dawn
On my mobile phone
On my way home
My bopper [?] red
Fat Pat, yeah you know the ladies straight red
Living in the [?] motherfuck a story
You know the Pat, I ain't ever gon glory
Lot of niggas try to catch me straight thinking
Coming down [?] see that nigga [?] blinking
At the damn light, looking so good
Roll to Alberta and holla at the 'hood
What's up [?]
What's up Hiram Clarke?
What's up 3rd Ward?
What's up South Park?
What's up South West?
Smoking on the stress
Coming down the slab, mane the slab getting stressed
'Til my fucking [?] big red
Popped up [?]
We gon break the mic
We up in your sight
Don't give a damn if you haters in the night
Why they pray dine 'cause we might succeed
Swangaz and blades out there on the creep
Chopping boys up
Swanging boys up
Hopping on the trunk and I don't give a fuck, huh
In the gangster strut