[Intro: Kanye West & Laura Nyro]
In my soul
Gonna take you to the glory
Goal, in my mind I can’t study war, yeah, my
I can’t study war, yeah, my
I can’t study war, yeah, my
I can’t study war, yeah, my
[Chorus: Kanye West & Choir]
Now where the South Side?
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
Now where the West Side?
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
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 Donatella Versace, that’s Louis Vuitton, bitch
I think Hennessy, I drink, I’m gone
Off that Bacardí Limon and Corona, I’m zonin’
Class back in session so 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
I touched on everything
Married to the game, rock a chain ‘steada 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
[Chorus: Kanye West & Choir]
Yeah, my
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
The glory
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
I did it for the glory
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
The glory
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
What I’m supposed to do now? Man, the game all messed up
How I’m suppose to stand out when everybody 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-Doz
Tank on empty, whipping my momma 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 from Tracee Ross
And I’m asking ’bout her girlfriends, yeah, the dark skin’ed ones
She asking ’bout 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
I 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 B.I.G
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, uh
These haters be killing themselves, they wanna come and get the glory
[Chorus: Kanye West & Choir]
Yeah my
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
The glory
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
Now where the South Side?
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
Now where the West Side?
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
I can’t study, no, yeah, my
[Outro: Laura Nyro]
I can’t study war, yeah, my
I can’t study war, yeah, my
I can’t study war, yeah, my
I can’t study war, yeah, my
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