glory

Ryan Leslie

Listen, they tried to put me in a box, the urban dude
I m Mr. Festivals, Coachella, Bonnaroo
They 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
They re looking funny I was bad with a black band
Eating everybody in the game, Pacman
The only issue is not a game
I ve got these kids looking at me, saying What a shame!
He s so underrated, he should have sold more
Should ve 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 seen such determination?
Despite it all, I m 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
I m in the club and they still send me free bottles
Still push that G-55 with a super model
It s my reality, this ain t no show, brother
Go check my girl on the February Vogue cover
And catch me whipping through the city in that silver Jeep
Kids screaming 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 oh I mma keep my glory!

Shit!
The glory, give it to me!
Oh, oh!
I get it
The glory, give it to me!
Yeah

You asked me why I m rapping
Well I give you the reason
The same reason you re hating when you should be believing
It s in your heart to hate, it s in my heart to win
So yeah, I m rapping now, let the hating begin!
I write my own records, write my own checks
Wonder which will? which city I m calling 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!

Shit!
The glory, give it to me!
Oh, oh!
I mma get my glory
Give it to me!