Lyrics Glory - Babyface Ray

Glory

For fifteen years, finally wins and you toot your horn, all the way through town\nWhy? Glory, that’s why, glory\nWe all know little glorys, we’re just not good at big glorys\nYeah\nWay I’m doin' this shit seem effortless\nSay I move like I’m workin' with Mexicans\nAnd you look at the dirt and see roses grow\nRun it up from the dirt, bought a rose gold\nWherever I go, yeah, the pole go\nYoung back in the field when the show stop\nThis money is flyin', these hoes know\nIf you don’t know now, you’ll never know\nYou statin' you federal\nYou gettin' it in, you goin' legit\nYou startin' your discipline, you’re having your business, you’re stackin' your\nchips\nI’m writing my goals down, I’m knockin' them all down, I’m scratchin' the list\nI’m mad that cappin' exist, 'cause niggas be rappin' that when they really this\nBro mad I ain’t poppin' my shit, but who you know rock it like this who come\nfrom the trenches?\nAll this free game I’m kickin', quick to go turn on my niggas that do it for\nbitches\nYou never had pressure like this, all the deals they be sendin' is multi-million\nI’m glad I was raised by bosses, these niggas lost in the sauce keep talkin'\n'bout killing\nAll of the killers I know, they don’t even talk, so I’m sayin' too much right\nnow\n«Face you a rich-ass nigga», but I’ll still sleep in the city, ask y’all jocks\nYou know it’s Chanel for the skele', I rock with the regular business, just ask\nMy son, he can’t even talk, but he hop in the back of the Benz', he wave bye-bye\nThese niggas be geekin' for nan'\nLast night I had a dream about money\nWoke up out my sleep thinkin' the same thing, fuck it, I’m spendin' a hunnid\n(Ayy)\nNiggas gon' put you some cuffs on your main thing\nIf I’m in your city, she fuckin'\nOld school shit, I never buttoned\nNiggas they hate bein'\n(Phew)\nMy reaction in public, I’m thuggin'\nStill pushin' P like Gunna\nYSL on like Thug’nem\nreal, I’m a Blood fam\nPick the bag up, put the guns down\nDrop the bags off, put my gun on me\nThick ass bitch, put ones on her\nBitch need to listen, my gun inside\nWay I’m doin' this shit seem effortless\nSay I move like I’m workin' with Mexicans\nAnd you look at the dirt and see roses grow\nRun it up from the dirt, bought a rose gold\nWherever I go, yeah, the pole go\nYoung back in the field when the show stop\nThis money is flyin', these hoes know\nIf you don’t know now, you’ll never know