Glory Glory

Lyrics

[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh & Phonte ] LB Bizness (Conductor) Yeah, it's LB Three in the morning type shit, you know what I'm saying? Yeah (Ha-ha-ha) [Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh] Glory glory, standing on the shoulders of giants Robert Horry, a bit of history Bitter niggas bore me, all praises due I was rocking to Kane, my brother rocked 'caine too Now they dopesick, I author like Beth Macy Penmanship that drive critics and crowds crazy Limitless, twenty in, there's no safety And we still letting rounds off TV in the background with the sound off Carpet warm, back-and-forth pacing A better me, I was always chasing Niggas now be content, then they get complacent Origin storiеs start to change up Nigga, don't ever bring my namе up Unless you talking 'bout the best still Break a leg, nah, I train to kill Rapping over vocals at shows, it shows you still leaning on training wheels Thirty-five, time to pay the bill Ayy, dunny, talk to 'em A&R, I give a spark to 'em I rearranged the whole clip for a grip, no discounts Once it hit, quietly dismount This is full circle, or evolution However you see it, just know we cutting through all pollution Pooh and 'Te mix it up, that's an ill solution Add Conductor, it's a revolution Now we televised [Verse 2: Phonte] Glory glory, my name has been verified The young boys and the vets, they all testified The game is primitive, our differences we can set aside Twenty years of evidence, fake niggas was terrified My track record is far beyond any rap record Do the knowledge and some fact checking Through all the trials and the tribulations Me and Rapper stood adjacent, playing through them modulations with no half-steppin' They say they love you, but they pull out at the last second A damn shame, rap game withdrawal method Saw my name on the walls of colleges Where they played LB in pursuit of they scholarships I am not anonymous, I am the apocalypse You a koala, I'm a grizzly, bro, we polar opposites, the bare minimum So you know it ain't no stopping this (No) Leaving niggas senseless Back in my youth, I was defenseless A man-child scared to get in trouble In the trenches when my belt got tighter, I never buckled We served up stew and fans opened they mouth wide But I live in my head and I don't really do outside So don't make me over Forty-four years and no greys, I'm amazed Can't believe I made the quota Pushing dual baby strollers Putting words down on the page With the gaze of a crazed Ray Liotta Blackness Baking soda, I got baking soda Rapper, Tigallo, Dunny, Scudda we takin' over Just 'cause you don't have a drink, that don't make you sober And just 'cause you don't write it down, that don't make you Hova Glory, glory, the end of my story's getting closer Temperature rising, but the world is steady getting colder Leave me alone, ring the alarm and tell the vultures Stay the fuck out the garden if you gon' whore the culture [Outro] The number one set, ASL LB, nigga LB, nigga