R. Kelly - Glory To The Lord lyrics

[Bridge] Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord I tried 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 [Hook] (Glory to the Lord) If they hate every style you spoil If you know you 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 couldn’t 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 cargos, 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 break, you know it’s your boy You know [?] , 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 ofcourse, b**h ofcourse 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 fly, 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 [Hook: King Los (R. Kelly)] At the club like Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord I tried 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 spoil If you know you 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) (Let’s have a toast to [?]) [Verse 2: R. Kelly] You used to say you couldn’t afford it, my n***a This sh** dropping to the [?] , my n***a I ain’t even had a [?]