Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Me Nina / Semiautomatic, artist - Wale. Album song Wow... That's Crazy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach, Warner
Song language: English
Love Me Nina / Semiautomatic |
And to me, we have a culture that, uh, is surpassed by, by, by, by no other |
civilization, but we don’t know anything about it. |
So again, I think I’ve said this before in this same interview |
I think, my, my job is to somehow make them curious enough |
Or persuade them by hook or crook |
To get more aware of themselves and where they came from |
And what they are into and what is already there |
And just to bring it out. |
This is what compels me to compel them |
And I will do it by whatever means necessary. |
Detroit red flow |
East coast, west coast |
Used to leave MoCo to hit Ledroit with Bo |
I dated women with poppin' albums, they got spouses |
I dated strippers that trap loud inside they Challengers |
To be black and talented, all I’ve ever been |
Took a tour de France while my partners was somewhere peddling |
Yeah, we make depression look so effortless |
We desensitize while America tryna kill our kids |
So it’s weighin' on me, Nina |
It’s weighin' on me, Nina |
They playin' with me, Nina |
Send 'em on they way to meet ya |
Look at my skin, look at my nose, I’m grateful for my features |
Like I made a CD with Mrs. Knowles and ain’t pay a G |
I’m on my way to GA, magazine in the BM |
Imagine the nazis see me, a MAGA hat he can bleed in |
Nina, we just wanna be black and legendary |
Be us and be proud by any means necessary |
Nina got me feeling like I never have to walk alone, Nina |
Nina got me feeling like I never have to walk alone, Nina |
Yo, yo |
They playin' with me, Nina |
You stayin' with me, Nina |
They hatin' on me, Nina |
Send 'em on they way to meet ya |
I misunderstood |
Under your spell, perhaps |
Ain’t no lookin' back |
Young, gifted, black |
Everybody avoids everybody, all over the place |
In most situations, most all of the time |
I know, I’m one of those everybodys |
Yeah, a semi-automatic |
A scatterbrain, I’m shooting out of aim |
Since I’ve been famous, it’s hard for me to hit up a target |
I’m sorry, I was humble on all them red carpets |
I got embarrassed, GRAMMYs carried me for Sandra Bullock |
Photo ops the paparazzi was opting out of |
Was doing drops for jockeys that ain’t bother my album |
Telling me you honestly the best nigga |
Though I believe that you one welling-ass nigga |
How many niggas with jobs feel like they underpaid? |
Let’s say it’s that, plus you rhyme and 'bout to have a baby |
Let’s say they calling you bipolar |
Not feeling you, your rhymes legend, but personality complicated |
Shoot at whoever, that’s your only defense |
Had a job, you was poppin', now you lonely as shit |
Mental blocks, every shot was harder than before |
Like bootleg shoppers, see, I was rockin' my label wrong |
But I digress 'cause this isn’t that song |
This just my plight, I am no different than y’all |
Speak to your boss, me, I speak in these songs |
I speak how I feel, I feel like a gun |
Yeah, a semi-auto with a novice aim, uh |
A lot of thoughts and a lot of pain, yeah |
My ammunition come from all your hate |
My brain a loaded semi, I’m too offended to concentrate, yeah |
Everybody gets sprayed, nigga |
Ayy, move, get out the way, nigga, yeah |
Under the surface, we the same nigga |
But my aim different, I’m way too brilliant to shank niggas, yeah |
Everybody gets sprayed, nigga |
Move, get out the way, nigga, yeah |
Under the surface, we the same nigga |
I got that loaded semi that stain cement and paint pictures |