Carlos Coleman - Glory to the Lord lyrics

[Chorus] Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord I popped a bottle told the whole story to my boys I got a rollie on my wrist (Glory to the Lord) Plus I got my homies getting rich (Glory to the Lord) At the club like (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord) He let the sun shine on a n***a from the hood Man, I done made it off the block (Glory to the Lord) Let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out (Glory to the Lord) Glory to the Lord 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 You at the club like Glory to the Lord Like, like what else you could say But, but roll me up a good J And, and let me show you how the hood pray We be like [Verse 1: King Los] Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord 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, screaming out Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord I mean you know it's a war, you know it's a war Every time I hit the floor pray, you know it's your boy You know it's a joy , when I wake up and I whip that Porsche And they screaming ay n***a are you gon' hit that Forbes I'm like b**h of course, b**h of course b**h I'm gorgeous, I wasn't given choice And I switch the course If money talks, b**h i'm hoarse 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 Man I'm so flawed, Oh God 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 sh** was so hard Now it's food on the table so my n***as don't starve [Chorus: King Los] At the club like (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord) I popped a bottle told the whole story to my boys I got a rollie on my wrist (Glory to the Lord) Plus i got my homies getting rich (Glory to the Lord) At the club like (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord) He let the sun shine on a n***a from the hood Man i done made it off the block (Glory to the Lord) Let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out (Glory to the Lord) Glory to the Lord 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 You at the club like Glory to the Lord [Verse 2: R. Kelly] Ohhh, let's have a toast to comin' up Still getting money, King You used to say "you couldn't afford it," my n***a You sh** talking to a toilet, my n***a I ain't even had to trap, right Now all my cars imported And I'm like (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord) Aye man, Robert made it out, Glory to the Lord I rolled up, blowed up, man just to keep a peace of mind (Glory to the Lord) I street perform and I swear it was so motherf**ing cold outside (Glory to the Lord) Just maybe it was something I couldn't afford Now I rock the kind of sh** that ain't never in stores First thing imma say after every award (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord) Penthouse suite feel like God when I look down Glory to the Lord, I'm the R&B James Brown I hear 'em hating I thank Jesus that I ain't them Swag on heaven let the church say Amen Shawty is the sh**, no Manure Booty so big, Hallelujah And all my n***as paid now, Glory to the Lord And all my bills paid now, Glory to the Lord And we gon' pop a hundred bottles every club I host And I got all my homies with me that's the Homie Ghost Church [Chorus: King Los] Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord I pop a bottle told the whole story to my boys I got a rollie on my wrist (Glory to the Lord) Plus i got my homies getting rich (Glory to the Lord) At the club like (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord) He let the sunshine on a n***a from the hood Man i done made it off the block, Glory to the Lord Let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out glory to the Lord (Glory to the Lord) 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 You at the club like (Glory to the Lord) Like what else you could say But, but roll me up a good J And, and let me show you how the hood pray We be like (Glory to the Lord)