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Glory Glory
Little Brother
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LB business
Conductor
Yeah, it's LB
Three in the morning type shit, you know what I'm saying?
Yeah
Hahaha
Glory, glory, standing on the shoulders of giants
Robert Horry, a bit of his story
Bitter niggas bore me, all praise is due
I was rocking the 'caine, my brother rocked 'caine too
Now they dope sick, I author like Beth Macy
Penmanship that drive critics and crowds crazy
Limitless, 20 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 story start to change up
Nigga, don't ever bring my name 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 rearrange the whole clip for a grip, no discounts
Once it hit, quietly dismount
This is full circle, an 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
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 Nologen, I'm fact checking
Through all the trials and the tribulations
Me and Rapper stood adjacent
Playing through the modulations with no half-stepping
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
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 grays
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 taking 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 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' hoard the culture
The number one set and sound
LB, nigga
LB, nigga