VERSE 1 Listen, they tried to put me in a box -- "the urban dude" I missed the festivals -- Coachella, Bonnaroo They never really understood what I was tryna do And had me feelin' Miles Davis kind of blue
I flipped the switch and put that rock star in my show Went overseas and had them cop cars whippin' slow They lookin' for me I was bad with a black band Eatin' everybody in the game -- Pac Man
The only issue is -- it's not a game I got these kids lookin' at me sayin' what a shame He's so underrated -- he should have sold more Should have had a number one record with his own tour
Look at his live show -- look how he touch them keys Look how them 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
VERSE2 Have you ever even seen such determination Despite it all, I'm still a fiend for the adulation Everything I ever wrote I did it from the heart Never had a top ten but you still respect my art
I'm in the club and they still send me free bottles Still push that G55 with a supermodel That's my reality -- this ain't no show brother Go check my girl on that February Vogue cover
And catch me whippin thru the city in that silver G Kid's screamin' "oh that's Ryan Leslie", yeah they know it's me I'm not ashamed at all -- in fact I love my story No matter what it takes I'ma get my glory
CHORUS The glory -- give it to me Aah -- ah -ah The glory -- give it to me Aah -- ah --ah
VERSE3 You ask me why I'm rappin' Well I'll give you the reason The same reason you hatin' when you should be believin' It's in your heart to hate It's in my heart to win So yeah, I'm rappin' now Let the hatin' begin I write my own records -write my own checks Wonderin' which hotel in which city I'm callin' home next
One thing I know for sure One thing that's mandatory I owe it all to God I give him all the glory