Listen, they tried to put me in a box, the dude. I'm Mr. Festivals, Coachella, They really understood what I was trying to do, And had me feeling Davis kinda 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 with a black Eating everybody in the game, The issue is not a game, got these kids looking at me, saying "What a shame! He's so underrated, he should have sold Should've had a number one with his own tour. at his live show, look 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 spill my guts so i get my glory!
Listen, Have you ever seen such determination? Despite it all, I'm a theme for the adulation. Everything I ever 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 G-55 with a super model. It's my reality, this ain't no show, Go check my girl on the February cover And catch me whipping the city in that silver Jeep Kids screaming "Oh, 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 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 my own records, write my own checks, Wonder hotel and which 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)