Lyrics:
from those who dear to your heart
I've suffered much as a juvenile amongst my closest of peers
Yet still rose shining like a chandelier
They never
a million
That's no lie
My one in million
Needs no disguise
If I put my faith in you
Put everything in place for you
Have it all replaced by you
I
grooving, on the way
No way to remove them
We constantly improving, yeah
Through rejuvenation
I said juveniles run the nation, come now
Fuck your occupation
Out of one billion million things
Out of quadrillion trillion years
Out of the portrait and into the ink
You could be anything that you can think
Out
to my peeps in time with the drum
This the taste to say the least
Weatherman LP
It's the shape of things to come
I have seen, so many pe-ople
I wonder if
you out, bitch, that's a million dollar date
I just stepped in Barney's, bought your shawty by mistake
Dinner with the mayor, that's a thousand
on my baby, that shit ain't a thing
You know I like my bitches fancy like I'm Jamie King
From 2822, my hood was the PC's
I was a juvenile bumpin' that 400
the only real thing
That I wanna know
Cuz being sober I can't do
Cuz that type of pain won't go
So they say I got a problem
I hide my pain won't let it show
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flyin' the first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' my life in the fast lane
I won't change by
tryna trap us
Got a new crib, didn't even get to put my plaque up
By the time I get the gold one I know it's going platinum
Now they got a million
worth
I checked in on the norm
Since a juvenile callin'
Shots in the dorm
Moms said you better get right
Or shake the spot
I chose to break
by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
Yeah
I'm posted in
I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time!
Bank roll after bank roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after bank
I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time!
Bank roll after bank roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after bank
compromise
There's ghosts that must be exorcised
One day he'll have to recognize
If you can't find love (by yourself)
If you can't find love (by
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flyin' the first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' my life in the fast lane
I won't change by
I musta met a million girls but somthin's different bout you
Can't put my finger on one thing, its everything that you do
I used to see you in
million plays (a couple million plays)
I'm almost famous, I almost made it
I almost know the right things to say
I just hope that one day I'll find what
What a time to be alive
I'm guessing by the way you smile it feels a little bit like home
Nervous and anxious, horrified and scared and dancing
While
take this shit further beyond Ye
I just might fuck around and drop this shit on 'em by surprise like I'm Beyoncé
Got a couple million in the bank right
No no
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One by one and one by one
We going to party..
One by
You know
you should know some basic things about me
I'm not asking you to be everywhere
I just need you to care a little about me
Like, ask how my
envision things for myself
And they come true
Didn't come when I wanted them to
But they came right on time
Perfect moment
Invest in your dreams
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