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    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

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