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

CHORUS