Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Legendary, artist - Wale. Date of issue: 27.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Legendary |
| They ain’t grossing a million liquid, don’t form an opinion |
| I’m sort of a genius, nothing short of a legend |
| Sort of Tommy Lasorda |
| The way I’m sorting these pitchers |
| Pictures whatever, fuck it my speech is off |
| Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far |
| Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars |
| Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with Mars |
| Only fear is mediocrity |
| So every time I got a beat I feel like I don’t gotta sleep |
| You keep praying on your break, I hope you got a sling |
| Shot for all them shots coming out them beaks |
| Sort of like Socrates in a Prada tee |
| You can’t kick it, your pockets thinner than soccer tees |
| People fucking with me, they ain’t fucking with you |
| Lyrically top hmm, being generous too |
| I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room |
| Made some moves, now I’m known to spit December in June |
| Rented a coupe, cool, met me a chick |
| Always keep a rubber, word to Telly In Kids |
| If you gon do it you gon do it, go handle your biz |
| Or smoke some purp take a Percocet and Xanax and chill |
| For real, you real then you don’t need to say it |
| It’s something to be great, it’s nothing to be famous. |
| Fuck fame, fuck money |
| Fuck everything anyone can take from me |
| It ain’t hard to make money |
| We young niggas, we just tryna be legendary |
| Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow |
| Sober thoughts keep me anxious, Moet gon' keep me calmer |
| Poetry keep her honest, these readings Stevie could draw up |
| Don’t see this deeper than music, don’t hear it but feel the author |
| I don’t hear no talking, we just hear them barking |
| And you know you run shit when they pay you good for walk-ins |
| Failure is not a option, success is just a process |
| Say «yes» one time they use you, say «no» one time they plotting |
| Didn’t make it through college, still debating my progress |
| End some friendships with homies, made some haters with albums |
| Limitation’s for cowards, this is Che mixed with Malcolm |
| This is anti Mark McGwire it takes patience for power |
| Zoning my 6 -rillo legendaries forever |
| Roll a nick of that lala — that’s how I plays it — mellow |
| Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you |
| And I know my haters want to make my heart beat acapella |
| Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper |
| Cause I hella copped em so I could be way flyer than all them |
| I aspire for awesome and require some flossing |
| Only way they gon listen, find it highly unfortunate |
| Tryna see if real lyric spittin' can buy me a Porsche |
| Tryna see if I get my critics as silent as auctions |
| I decided to boss up, life’s a bitch and I court her |
| Don’t always fuck me good, I’m just too cheap to divorce her |
| Fuck fame, fuck money |
| Fuck everything anyone can take from me |
| It ain’t hard to make money |
| We young niggas, we just tryna be legendary |