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 feeling Miles Davis blue I flipped the switch and put the rock in my show, Went overseas and had 'em cop cars whipping They're looking for me I was bad a black band Eating in the game, Pacman The issue is not a game, I've got these kids at me, saying "What a shame! He's so underrated, he should have sold had a number one record with his own tour. Look at his live show, how we touch 'em keys, Look how 'em girls when he fall to his knees! Look how he pour his heart out when he his story." i guess i had to my guts so i could get my glory!
Listen, you ever even seen such determination? Despite it all, I'm still a 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 and they 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 on the February Vogue cover And catch me through the city in that silver Jeep Kids screaming "Oh, Ryan Leslie," Yeah, they know it's me I'm not ashamed at all, in I love my story, No matter what it takes oh 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 hating when you should be believing It's in heart to hate, it's in my heart to win, So yeah, I'm now, let the hating begin! I my own records, write my own checks, Wonder which hotel and city I'm calling home next! One thing i know for sure, one that's 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)