Correction Lyrics The Glory by Jeezy

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Yeah
Oh it is what it is right here
Cash you a fool for this shit, nigga
Yeah, we gon’ G-step tonight, baby
We gon’ step in the name of glory, let’s go
Yeah, uh
I’ma take y’all to the motherfuckin’ club on this one, let’s go, uh

Cincinnati, Tennessee, all my niggas in the D
Yeah look, look
Cleveland, Philly too, Chi-Town, VA, Bmore, what it do? What’s up?

What’s really goin’ on?
Tellin’ me I gotta put my feelings on this song
Tell ’em ’bout them devils playin’ games in my mind
Ex drug dealer, still tryna be divine
Take a look in my thoughts, yeah you know what’s on my mind
By any means, yeah, that’s just how I’m designed
We talking ’bout a struggle, Michael Jackson in his prime
Even put ’em on the scale, ’til I seen that 9-9

Thug motivation, yeah I did it for the thugs
It wasn’t ’bout the money, I just done it for the love
Eyes wide shut, bitch I’m lookin’ for the hate
Shit lookin’ too real, I started lookin’ for the fake, sheesh

Hmm
Brown in my cup, stress on my mind
But I’ll be fine, I’m gonna
G-step tonight (G-step), G-step tonight (G-step, G-step)
Oh, I know sometimes we got to smile, to keep from cryin’
We’re gonna, G-step tonight (G-step), G-step tonight (G-step, G-step)

Niggas still fishin’ I ain’t goin’ for the bait
Too focused on me, them motherfuckas gotta wait
Solid on solid, put that on my rep
When I’m on that brown liquor, got a mean two step
To the left, to the right, it’s about that time
And you ain’t never heard that I don’t got grind
If you in his paperwork, he done crossed that line
And if we talking paperwork, why we ain’t talking ’bout mine?
Call it motivation, yeah I done it for the thugs
It wasn’t for the money, I just done it for the love
Eyes wide shut, yeah I’m lookin’ for the hate
Shit lookin’ too real, I started lookin’ for the fake
Solid on solid, put that on my rep
When I’m on that brown liquor, got a mean two step
To the left, to the right, it’s about that time
And you ain’t never heard that I don’t got grind, sheesh

Nigga spill my name, should be mad at the motherfucking niggas that told on ’em
Throwing dirt on my name, should be mad at the motherfucking niggas that rode on ’em
All them singles in the club, should be mad that the motherfucking bitches went cold on ’em
Same nigga vouching for him, same nigga in the motherfucking court room fold on ’em

Cincinnati, Tennessee, all my niggas in the D
Yeah look, look
Cleveland, you too, Chi-Town, VA, Bmore, what it do? What’s up?

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