Listen, they tried to put me in a box, the dude. I'm Mr. Festivals, Coachella, They never really understood what I was to do, And had me feeling Davis kinda blue I the switch and put the rock star in my show, Went and had 'em cop cars whipping slow They're for me I was bad with a black band everybody in the game, Pacman The only is not a game, I've got these kids looking at me, "What a shame! He's so underrated, he should have sold Should've had a number one record his own tour. at his live show, look how we touch 'em keys, Look how 'em girls scream when he to his knees! Look how he his heart out when he tell his story." i guess i had to spill my so i could get my glory!
Listen, Have you even seen such determination? it all, I'm still a theme for the adulation. Everything I ever wrote I did it the heart Never had a top ten but you still my art. I'm in the club and still send me free bottles, Still push that G-55 a super model. It's my reality, this ain't no show, Go check my girl on the February Vogue And catch me whipping through the city in that Jeep Kids screaming "Oh, that's Ryan Leslie," Yeah, they it's me I'm not ashamed at all, in fact I my story, No matter what it takes oh I'ma 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 now, let the hating 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)