The Glory

(Gonna take you to the glory, oh I can't study war) Now where the south side, now where the west side Can I talk my shit again? Even if I don't hit again? Dog are you fucking kidding? My hat, my shoes, my coat Louis Vuitton stitch, with Donatella Versace That's Louis Vuitton's bitch I think Hennessy, I drank, I'm gone Off that Bacardi Limon and Corona, I'm zoning Class back in session so I upped it a grade Two years Dwayne Wayne became Dwyane Wade And, hey please don't start me I'm like Gnarls Barkley meets Charles Barkley I'm pop the Barkers, I'm hood the Parkers While y'all was in limbo I raised the bar up I touched on everything Married to the game, roc-a-chain instead of a wedding ring Y'all bridesmaids catch the garter On nights when 'Ye romance Cameras flash so much That I gotta do that Yayo dance I'm on a world tour with Common, my man After each and every show a couple dykes in the van it's easy The hood love to listen to Jeezy and Weezy And, oh yeah, Yeezy I did it for the glory Now where the south side, now where the west side What am I supposed to do now? Man the game all messed up How I'm suppose to stand out when everyone get dressed up? So yeah, at the Grammys I went ultra Travolta Yeah that tuxedo might have been a little guido But with my ego I can stand there in a speedo And be looked at like a fucking hero The glory, the story, the chain, the polo, the night The grind, the empty bottles of no-doze Tank on empty, whipping my mamma's Volvo I spent that gas money on clothes with logos The fur is Hermes, shit that you don't floss The Goyard so hard man, I'm Hugo's boss Why I gotta ask what that two-door cost House on the hill Two doors from Tracey Ross And I'm asking about her girlfriends Yeah, the dark skinny ones She asking about the speed boats yeah I admit we rented 'em When you meet me in person what do you feel like? I know, I know I look better in real life O' hear people compare themselves to big a lot You know B.I.G. and Pac, you know to get it hot I guess after I live I wanna be compared to BIG Anyone, Big Pun, Big L or Notorious, fit in Get money and stunt and stay glorious And I'm gonna stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hit Now where the south side, now where the west side Yeah I'ma stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hit These haters be killing themselves they wanna come and get the glory