Gonna take you to the glory
I can't study war, yeah my
I can't study war, yeah my
I can't study war, yeah my
Can I talk my shit again?
Even if I don't hit again?
Dog, are you fucking kidding?
My hat, my shoes, my coat,
that's Louis Vuitton, bitch
Off that Bacardí Limon and Corona,
I upped it a grade In 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
rock a chain 'steada wedding ring
Y'all bridesmaids catch the garter
On nights when 'Ye romance,
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
(glory) (...can't study no, yeah my)
(I can't study no, yeah...)
The glory (...can't study no, yeah my)
(I can't study no,...) I did it for the glory
(...can't study no, yeah my)
(I can't study no, yeah...)
The glory (...can't study no, yeah my)
What I'm supposed to do now?
How I'm suppose to stand out
when everybody get dressed up?
So yeah, at the Grammys I went ultra Travolta
might have been a little guido
I can stand there in a speedo
And be looked at like a fucking hero
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 TUDOR cost
House on the hill Two doors
And I'm asking about her girlfriends
Yeah, the dark skin'ed ones
She asking about the speed boats
yeah I admit we rented 'em
When you meet me in person
I know, I know I look better in real life
I hear people compare themselves
You know, B.I.G. and Pac,
I guess after I live, I wanna be
Any one: Big Pun, Big L or Notorious
and stunt and stay glorious
And I'm gonna stop killing these niggas
(I can't study no, yeah...)
Yeah, I'ma stop killing these niggas
(I can't study no, yeah...)
These haters be killing themselves,
they wanna come and get the glory
(...can't study no, yeah my)
(I can't study no, yeah...)
The glory (...can't study no, yeah my)
Now where the South Side?
(I can't study no, yeah...)
(I can't study no, yeah my)
(I can't study no, yeah my)
(I can't study no, yeah my)
(I can't study no, yeah my)
(I can't study no, yeah my)