Listen, they to put me in a box, the urban dude. I'm Mr. Festivals, Coachella, They never really understood I was trying to do, And had me feeling Miles Davis blue I flipped the and put the rock star in my show, Went overseas and had 'em cop whipping slow They're looking for me I was bad with a band everybody in the game, Pacman The only is not a game, I've got these kids looking at me, "What a shame! so underrated, he should have sold more Should've had a number one with his own tour. Look at his live show, how we touch 'em keys, Look how 'em girls scream he fall to his knees! Look how he his heart out when he tell his story." i i had to spill my guts so i could get my glory!
Listen, Have you even seen such determination? Despite it all, I'm a theme for the adulation. Everything I ever wrote I did it the heart Never had a top ten but you respect my art. I'm in the club and they send me free bottles, push that G-55 with a super model. It's my reality, this no show, brother Go check my girl on the February cover And catch me whipping through the in that silver Jeep Kids "Oh, that's Ryan Leslie," Yeah, they know it's me I'm not at all, in fact I love my story, No what it takes oh I'ma keep my glory!
Sh-t! The glory, it to me! oh, oh! I get it The glory, it to me!
You me why I'm rapping, Well I you the reason, The same reason you're hating when you should be It's in your heart to hate, it's in my to win, So yeah, I'm rapping now, let the begin! I my own records, write my own checks, which hotel and which city I'm calling home next! One thing i know for sure, one thing mandatory, I owe it all to God, I him all the glory!
Sh-t! The glory, it to me! oh, oh! (x3) get my glory, it to me! (x2)