Yeah…
I’ve been ridin’ on borrowed glory,
Whole life been a highlight story.
Ain’t mine, but I make it shine —
Every win feel borderline divine.

I don’t pray for it, I pay for it,
Every move got a little bit of faith on it.
Got a past like smoke, future like chrome,
Came from the dust but I built my throne.

Pull up in a whip that hums redemption,
Voice like velvet, mind like a weapon.
If they doubt, I let the bassline preach —
Every word I drop, that’s reach.

I ain’t lucky, I’m loud, I’m the echo in gold,
I’m the chill in the crown that they couldn’t hold.

I’m just livin’ off borrowed glory,
Turned my pain into part of the story.
Don’t owe nobody an explanation,
Every scar’s a standing ovation.
Yeah, I’m livin’ off borrowed glory,
Made the weight look light, made the grind look holy.
They see the shine, but they don’t know me —
I’m just borrowin’ glory.

Yeah, double-A, that tone so clean,
Switchin’ up styles like a dream machine.
One bar smooth, next bar mean,
Still sound rich when I talk routine.

Got a choir in the cadence, bass in my veins,
Every beat I bless got a little champagne.
I’m the mix of a prayer and a plan,
Gold voice, grit hands — that’s the brand.

Every win got a ghost in the mirror,
Every loss make the light hit clearer.
Ain’t pure, just permanent,
You can’t fake how certain it… feels when I glow like this.

(Yeah)
Falsetto on the fade, low tone in the trade,
Soul talk in the mix, I made grace get paid.
Can’t box my sound, can’t clone my crown,
They tried to measure the wave — but I’m ocean bound.

I’m just livin’ off borrowed glory,
Turned my grind into allegory.
They call it luck, I call it labor,
Every prayer just fuel for the paper.
Yeah, I’m livin’ off borrowed glory,
Shine so bright they distort the story.
I’m the proof that the flawed can fly —
Still gold when the wings get dry.

Every ounce I earn, I spend in soul,
Still shimmerin’ where the cracks unfold.
Borrowed or bought, I made it mine —
That’s glory, in double time.