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Lord, forgive me for my sins
Heaven's gates gotta let us in
All we ever wanna do is win
Ten toes down, we stay away from the pen
Satan, stop knocking at my door
We know the evil's deep in my core
Money, the women, the drugs
They have their hand on all the things I adore
You know the story
I want the glory
You know the story
I want the glory
I'm turning 40
Raising my shorties
You people bore me
Just give me the glory
Let me take him to church
Need a couple dollars, make a way with your purse
Feeling great now, later on it gets worse
Karma catches up, now you lay in a hearse
Life's a gift and a curse
Be prepared for the hurt
When you people get murk
That lifestyle didn't work, so I buckle down and went to work
When the bills ain't getting paid, I looked around and my boys all getting work
I ain't serve no packs, but I had they back, so I had to look alert
That .45 on my waistline and that under my shirt
Lord, forgive me for my sins
Heaven's gates gotta let us in
All we ever wanna do is win
Ten toes down, we stay away from the pen
Satan, stop knocking at my door
You know the evil's deep in my core
Money, the women, the drugs
They have their hand on all the things I adore
You know the story
I want the glory
You know the story
I want the glory
I'm turning 40
Raising my shorties
You people bore me
Just give me the glory
Suicide is a suicide
Groom and bride baby, you decide
And all the nights that you would cry
Like a Hoosier sign, it was you and I
Life's a gift and a curse
Be prepared for the hurt
When your lady is a flirt
We can have a few sips and later on we be getting lit
And you get a little wild when you actin' like a child
And I'm asking, who is this
I don't like this man, I'ma fight this man
And I'm ballin' up my fist
Oh no, it's the po-po
And I'm handcuffed in the back of they whip
Lord, forgive me for my sins
Heaven's gates gotta let us in
All we ever wanna do is win
Ten toes down, we stay away from the pen
Satan, stop knocking at my door
We know the evil's deep in my core
Money, the women, the drugs
They have their hand on all the things I adore
You know the story
I want the glory
You know the story
I want the glory
I'm turning 40
Raising my shorties
You people bore me
Just give me the glory
Cy Fice - Glory Lyrics
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Music
Lord, forgive me for my sins
Heaven's gates gotta let us in
All we ever wanna do is win
Ten toes down, we stay away from the pen
Satan, stop knocking at my door
We know the evil's deep in my core
Money, the women, the drugs
They have their hand on all the things I adore
You know the story
I want the glory
You know the story
I want the glory
I'm turning 40
Raising my shorties
You people bore me
Just give me the glory
Let me take him to church
Need a couple dollars, make a way with your purse
Feeling great now, later on it gets worse
Karma catches up, now you lay in a hearse
Life's a gift and a curse
Be prepared for the hurt
When you people get murk
That lifestyle didn't work, so I buckle down and went to work
When the bills ain't getting paid, I looked around and my boys all getting work
I ain't serve no packs, but I had they back, so I had to look alert
That .45 on my waistline and that under my shirt
Lord, forgive me for my sins
Heaven's gates gotta let us in
All we ever wanna do is win
Ten toes down, we stay away from the pen
Satan, stop knocking at my door
You know the evil's deep in my core
Money, the women, the drugs
They have their hand on all the things I adore
You know the story
I want the glory
You know the story
I want the glory
I'm turning 40
Raising my shorties
You people bore me
Just give me the glory
Suicide is a suicide
Groom and bride baby, you decide
And all the nights that you would cry
Like a Hoosier sign, it was you and I
Life's a gift and a curse
Be prepared for the hurt
When your lady is a flirt
We can have a few sips and later on we be getting lit
And you get a little wild when you actin' like a child
And I'm asking, who is this
I don't like this man, I'ma fight this man
And I'm ballin' up my fist
Oh no, it's the po-po
And I'm handcuffed in the back of they whip
Lord, forgive me for my sins
Heaven's gates gotta let us in
All we ever wanna do is win
Ten toes down, we stay away from the pen
Satan, stop knocking at my door
We know the evil's deep in my core
Money, the women, the drugs
They have their hand on all the things I adore
You know the story
I want the glory
You know the story
I want the glory
I'm turning 40
Raising my shorties
You people bore me
Just give me the glory
Lord, forgive me for my sins
Heaven's gates gotta let us in
All we ever wanna do is win
Ten toes down, we stay away from the pen
Satan, stop knocking at my door
We know the evil's deep in my core
Money, the women, the drugs
They have their hand on all the things I adore
You know the story
I want the glory
You know the story
I want the glory
I'm turning 40
Raising my shorties
You people bore me
Just give me the glory
Let me take him to church
Need a couple dollars, make a way with your purse
Feeling great now, later on it gets worse
Karma catches up, now you lay in a hearse
Life's a gift and a curse
Be prepared for the hurt
When you people get murk
That lifestyle didn't work, so I buckle down and went to work
When the bills ain't getting paid, I looked around and my boys all getting work
I ain't serve no packs, but I had they back, so I had to look alert
That .45 on my waistline and that under my shirt
Lord, forgive me for my sins
Heaven's gates gotta let us in
All we ever wanna do is win
Ten toes down, we stay away from the pen
Satan, stop knocking at my door
You know the evil's deep in my core
Money, the women, the drugs
They have their hand on all the things I adore
You know the story
I want the glory
You know the story
I want the glory
I'm turning 40
Raising my shorties
You people bore me
Just give me the glory
Suicide is a suicide
Groom and bride baby, you decide
And all the nights that you would cry
Like a Hoosier sign, it was you and I
Life's a gift and a curse
Be prepared for the hurt
When your lady is a flirt
We can have a few sips and later on we be getting lit
And you get a little wild when you actin' like a child
And I'm asking, who is this
I don't like this man, I'ma fight this man
And I'm ballin' up my fist
Oh no, it's the po-po
And I'm handcuffed in the back of they whip
Lord, forgive me for my sins
Heaven's gates gotta let us in
All we ever wanna do is win
Ten toes down, we stay away from the pen
Satan, stop knocking at my door
We know the evil's deep in my core
Money, the women, the drugs
They have their hand on all the things I adore
You know the story
I want the glory
You know the story
I want the glory
I'm turning 40
Raising my shorties
You people bore me
Just give me the glory
Writer: Steven Bryant Jr.
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