My soul I wanna take you to the glory Goal in my mind I can't study war no more I can't study war no more Now where the south side? Now where the west side? Yeah
Can I talk my shit again? Even if I don't hit again Dawg, are you fucking kidding?
My hat, my shoes, my coat, Louis Vuitton stitch With Donnatella Versace that's Louis Vuitton, bitch I think, Hennessey, I drink, I'm gone Off that Bacardi limon or Corona I'm zoning Class back in session so I upped it a grade In two years Dwayne Wayne became Dwayne Wade and 'ay Please don't start me I'm like Gnarls Barkley meets Charles Barkley I'm pot to barkers From hood to parkers While y'all was in limbo I raised the bar up
I touched on everything Married to the game Roc-a chain still the 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 award 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 The glory I did it for the glory The glory
What I'm supposed to do now man, the game all messed up How I'm supposed to stand out when everybody get dressed up? So yeah, at the Grammys I went ultra Travolta Yeah, that tuxedo mighta been a little Guido But with my ego I could 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 whippin my moma Volvo I spent that gas money on clothes with logos The furrest-ur man, shit that you don't floss The goal yard so hard man I'm Hugo's boss Why I gotta ask what that two door cost? House in the Hills two doors from Tracee Ross And I'm asking about her girlfriends, yeah the dark skinned ones She asking about the speedboat assignment we rentin' 'em When you meet me in person, what do you feel like? I know, I know, I look better in real life
I hear people compare themselves to Big a lot You know, Big and Pac, you know to get it hot I guess after I live I wanna be compared to Big Any one Big Pun, Big L or Notorious Till then, get money and stunt and stay glorious And I'ma stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hit Yeah, I'ma stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hit
These haters be killing they self they wanna come and get the glory
Now where the south side? Yeah Now where the westside? Yeah
Compositor:Publicado em 2007ECAD verificado fonograma #1947715 em 15/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM