glory to the lord
king los
i popped a bottle told the whole story to my boys
i got a rollie on my wrist
plus i got my homies getting rich
he let the sun shine on a nigga from the hood
i done made it off the block
let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out
if they hate every style you sport
if your lawyer paid and you made it out in court
and your baby mama took you off child support
like what else you could say
and let me show you how the hood pray
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
i mean you know it's a war
every time i hit the floor pray
when i wake up and i whip that porsche
and they screaming ay nigga are you gon' hit that forbes
and i'm sick of the arguing
and the conversation is seem like it's too hard to win
all you wanna do is bring up all of my flaws again
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
i popped a bottle told the whole story to my boys
i got a rollie on my wrist
plus i got my homies getting rich
he let the sun shine on a nigga from the hood
man i done made it off the block
let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out
if they hate every style you sport
if your lawyer paid and you made it out in court
and your baby mama took you off child support
let's have a toast to comin' up
you used to say you couldn't afford it