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conversations.value: Write me a song called Glory with the following description: The first single from Lil Wayne’s most recent album, released on June 3, 2015 as a Tidal exclusive. Only a couple hours after the song’s release, it was announced that Wayne is now a co-owner of TIDAL. TIDAL employee Vania Schlogel commented on the addition:
  We’re honored for Lil Wayne to join TIDAL. His eagerness to release an exclusive TIDAL track and schedule a TIDAL X performance is just another example of how passionately artists care about getting their music to fans.
  
  
  
  
  This song was re-released as part of the FWA on all platforms in July 2020, featuring slightly altered production. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Avenue Beatz, Infamous and Onhel]
  [Intro]
  (
  Glory
  )
  [Verse 1]
  Woo, this that shit they didn't want me on
  I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
  Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
  The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
  I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
  I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
  Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
  That's me in the Lamb', I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
  AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
  French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
  I push his ass in a wishin' well, then wish him well
  Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
  From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
  I'm spittin' hail,
   
  I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
  These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little gals
  Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
  [Interlude]
  Uh, glory, hallelujah
  Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
  I know how to hack a jeweler ward and not computers
  I meditate like a Buddhist, holy ramen noodles
  And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
  You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, "cock-a-doodle"
  I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
  I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you (
  Glory
  )
  Glory [Verse 2]
  I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
  I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
  I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
  Make everybody that knew you boo-hoo, I got them spooked too
  I drive in neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
  I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I'll sock it to her
  My cocaine white as a white beluga,
   
  I like bazookas
  I'm high as lunar,
   
  I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas
  Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
  My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
  Cheers, I said, "Surprise," but couldn't party long
  I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
  But all this fuckin' artist drawin' is the art of war
  These niggas soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
  I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
  I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?
  [Interlude]
  Uh, glory, hallelujah
  Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
  Unload the Glock profusely when sortin' out confusion
  Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
  I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
  Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
  Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
  It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
  Lord, oh, Lord [Verse 3]
  Am I talkin' crazy? Too much coffee maybe
  I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
  The broads elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
  My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
  She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
  We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
  I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
  I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
  Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
  Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
  That's private,
   
  tell the pilot, "Be quiet, we need our privacy"
  Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
  Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
  No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
  No stress, no worries, hook you to a respiratory
  It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory
  [Interlude]
  Uh, glory, hallelujah
  Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
  My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
  You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
  My tires Lucas, my driver's cruisin', my partner's ruthless
  My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
  I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
  You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
  You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em [Outro]
  Glory, hallelujah (I got 'em)
  (
  Glory
  )
  I got 'em
  (I got 'em)
  I got 'em