Glory

Cuban links for the time and the pain

Gold ropes for the storm and the rain

Now we up in the game

Getting to it so much stress in my brain

Niggas jealous so it's one in the brain

Like we ain't suppose to be here all the losses we took

When the shipped stopped a little bit these hoe niggas shook

Hoes use to brush me off now they give me that look

Stay away from the judge that's tryna throw you that book

Del Rosa Ave is where this started we was riding the bus

No breakfast we was homeless had to wait till school lunch

Messed up and my family said i wouldn't be nothing