Glory
Lil' Wayne Lyrics


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Woo, this that shit they didn't want me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long
I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?

Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh, Lord

Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory

Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human




You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em

Overall Meaning

"Lil Wayne’s β€˜Glory’" is a boastful and confident song that highlights Lil Wayne's skill and reputation. The lyrics combine vivid imagery and wordplay to create a bravado that is typical of the rapper's style. The opening lines immediately establish the tone of the song, with Wayne proclaiming that this is the sort of material he was once prohibited from creating. The song then continues with a litany of creative word combinations and comparisons, all of which contribute to the song's overall identity.


Wayne uses various metaphors throughout the song to compare himself to different things, from garbage men to skunks to skit characters Chip and Dale, all to prove his worth in the hip hop world. There is also a sense of humor in the song, evident from lines such as "I'm God's manure" and "My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas."


The chorus "Glory, hallelujah" is a powerful exclamation of success, with Wayne stating that he is the "Holy shit" and the "Porta-Potty Tunechi." The song ends with Wayne acknowledging his unique style and warning his competitors.


Line by Line Meaning

Woo, this that shit they didn't want me on
I'm about to make a song that they didn't want me to


I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
I'm about to get down and dirty with the music


Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
I don't need anything to sweeten my life, I'm strong and independent


The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
People are trying to be someone they are not and it's not working


I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
I am succeeding at what they said I couldn't do


I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
I do what I want and I am unapologetic about it


Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
I'll fight you like I'm will.i.am and you're Willy Wonka


That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
I'm living a luxurious life, but I could be gone just like Jimmy Hoffa


AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
I have a gun and it's making me money


French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I kiss without boundaries and she can't tell anyone


I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
I get rid of people who aren't good for me and wish them luck


Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
I'm slow but still sipping on syrup like ginger ale


From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
I've been through hell but I'll still make it and surprise everyone


I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
I'm rapping without limits, like Clinton admitted to doing drugs


These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
Other rappers are weak and not manly


Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
I'll act foolish and then do something impressively hard


Uh, glory, hallelujah
I am thankful for my success


Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
I am great and humble, my success comes from a higher power


I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
I can manipulate people and systems to my advantage


I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
I find peace in my life like a Buddhist, even in trivial things like ramen noodles


And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
I am invading your life with people who will hurt you


You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
You'll wake up to a violent surprise and feel like it's a wake-up call


I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm weird but I can make things better, like turning dry Froot Loops into a chocolate drink


I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory
I'm hot and exciting


I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I am fresh and stylish


I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
I've always been good at what I do, even when I was a baby wearing FUBU clothes


Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I can intimidate others and make them afraid


I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
I am unpredictable, like Dr. Luther's influence on the future


I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her
I'll have sex with anyone, including your mom who likes younger men


My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I do drugs and like big guns


I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
I'm high and crazier than Tyga's shoes


My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
My weed is strong and noticeable, like bad body odor and loud car alarms


Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long
I celebrated my success for a short time, but then went back to work


I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
I need to get back to work and keep creating new things


But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
I am competing and some of my creativity may get damaged along the way


These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
Other rappers are weak and should talk to someone like Marky Mark to get in shape


I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
I'll destroy your neighborhood and it won't matter if it's a diverse area


I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?
I'm good at selling drugs and will customize it to your preferences


Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
I'll shoot my gun often and not care about the confusion it causes


Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
You talk too much and I'm about to silence you like Tony Stewart


I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
I'm on drugs and it's ruining me, I'm numb and cold like the Boston Bruins hockey team


Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
I'm struggling to keep up and stay relevant


Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
I'll reflect on myself and rediscover my perspective


It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
I'll talk to myself and get a confidence boost


Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe
I might sound crazy and it could be because I drank too much coffee


I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
I have a lot of money and those who don't feel disgusted and envious


The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
Women are excited to be around me and my friends are drunk, and I have a new car


My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
My music is great and provocative like a Marvel movie


She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
She had sex with me and then aborted the pregnancy, so the babies are without parents


We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
We have cocaine, like in the '80s, and it's as pure as Marcia Brady


I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I had sex with someone like Warren Beatty did in the movie Dick Tracy and I'm warm like the country of Haiti


I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
I'll shoot my gun and won't stop until my arms get tired


Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
I'm high and not thinking clearly


Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
I went from being poor and having nothing to flying without proper paperwork


That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
I want privacy and don't want the pilot to interrupt me


Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
I'll throw you off my plane if you're wearing a wire and it would be justified


Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
I am always working and have a motive to succeed, and I'm with my friends


No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
My music is raw and doesn't have any unnecessary elements


No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
I'm carefree and relaxed, and took you to a place where you can breathe easily


It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory
My success is obvious and expected, and it's a glorious thing


Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
I'm surprised and excited, and it's causing me to have diarrhea


My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
I have a new towel and my bathroom is for doing drugs


You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
You see my used and dirty dollar bills from snorting drugs


My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
My tie is loose and my driver is speeding, and my partner is aggressive


My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
I have no roots and my pockets are empty, and she's taking roofies


I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
I'm not a student of life, but I'm also not making assumptions about being human


You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
You can't resist this kind of music, and I've got you hooked




Lyrics Β© Kanjian Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Marco Antonio Jr. Rodriguez Diaz, Dwayne Carter, Angel Aponte, Avery Jerome William Chambliss

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@lilwayne8297

Everyone here is a certified OG Wayne fan πŸ’―πŸπŸπŸπŸ

@cliftonleevoy2180

πŸ’ͺ🏾, no cap

@EmSpro

@pubg m should be slapped for even asking that lmao

@_fuzeofficial

EmSpro Racing by every like on this comment thread

@diego_87

Any Spanish peoplee

@ghostbonzo3492

Real big weezy fan
I bought a ticket 5 times for a weezy concert in europe and each time he cancelled.:/
Il never see him in my life

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@artxcvii

WAYNE WAS IN A DIFFERENT ZONE ON THIS ALBUM! Real ones know 🐐

@oneyourselfinvestinyoursel3060

Big facts his best album

@CGEDALO

most under promoted and best work i had to put a few niggas on

@dylanbabson758

I was the first one to hear perform this live ever he even did it acapella πŸ”₯

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