Glory Video (MV)

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