Listen, they tried to put me in a box, the dude. I'm Mr. Festivals, Coachella, They never really understood I was trying to do, And had me Miles Davis kinda blue I flipped the switch and put the star in my show, overseas and had 'em cop cars whipping slow They're looking for me I was bad a black band everybody in the game, Pacman The issue is not a game, I've got these looking at me, saying "What a shame! so underrated, he should have sold more Should've had a one record with his own tour. Look at his show, look how we touch 'em keys, Look how 'em scream when he fall to his knees! how he pour his heart out when he tell his story." i guess i had to spill my so i could get my glory!
Listen, Have you ever seen such determination? Despite it all, I'm still a for the adulation. I ever wrote I did it form the heart Never had a top ten but you still my art. I'm in the and they still send me free bottles, Still push that G-55 a super model. It's my reality, this no show, brother Go check my girl on the Vogue cover And catch me whipping through the city in that Jeep Kids screaming "Oh, that's Leslie," Yeah, they know it's me I'm not ashamed at all, in fact I my story, No matter what it 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, I give you the reason, The same reason you're hating when you be believing It's in your heart to hate, it's in my to win, So yeah, I'm rapping now, let the begin! I write my own records, my own checks, Wonder 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)