Glory

Listen, they tried to put me in a box, the urban dude.
Im Mr. Festivals,
Coachella,
BonaruThey never really understood what
I was trying to do,
And had me feeling
Miles Davis kinda blue
I flipped the switch and put the rock star in my show,
Went overseas and had em cop cars whipping slow
Theyre looking for me
I was bad with a black band
Eating everybody in the game,
PacmanThe only issue is not a game,
Ive got these kids looking at me, saying 'What a shame!Hes so underrated, he should have sold moreShouldve had a number one record with his own tour.Look at his live show, look how we touch em keys,Look how em girls scream when he fall to his knees!Look how he pour his heart out when he tell his story.'i guess i had to spill my guts so i could get my glory!
Listen,Have you ever even seen such determination?
Despite it all,
Im still a theme for the adulation.
Everything
I ever wrote
I did it form the heart
Never had a top ten but you still respect my art.
Im in the club and they still send me free bottles,
Still push that
G-55 with a super model.
Its my reality, this aint no show, brother
Go check my girl on the
February Vogue cover
And catch me whipping through the city in that silver
JeepKids screaming 'Oh, thats Ryan Leslie,'
Yeah, they know its me
Im not ashamed at all, in fact
I love my story,
No matter what it takes oh
Ima keep my glory!
Sh-t!The glory, give it to me!oh, oh!
I get itThe glory, give it to me!
YeahYou asked me why
Im rapping,
Well I give you the reason,
The same reason youre hating when you should be believing
Its in your heart to hate, its in my heart to win,
So yeah, Im rapping now, let the hating begin!
I write my own records, write my own checks,
Wonder which hotel and which city
Im calling home next!
One thing i know for sure, one thing thats mandatory,
I owe it all to
God, I give him all the glory!
Sh-t!The glory, give it to me!oh, oh! (x3)
Imma get my glory,
Give it to me! (x2)