Listen, tried to put me in a box, the urban dude. I'm Mr. Festivals, Coachella, They never understood what I was trying to do, And had me feeling Miles Davis blue I the switch and put the rock star in my show, Went overseas and had 'em cop whipping slow They're looking for me I was bad a black band Eating everybody in the game, The only is not a game, got these kids looking at me, saying "What a shame! He's so underrated, he should 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 when 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 ever even such determination? it all, I'm still a theme for the adulation. Everything I wrote I did it form the heart had a top ten but you still respect my art. I'm in the club and they still 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 screaming "Oh, that's Ryan Leslie," Yeah, they know it's me I'm not at all, in fact I love my story, No matter 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, I give you the reason, The same reason you're hating you should 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 which hotel and city I'm calling home next! One i know for sure, one thing 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)