Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dummies, artist - Wale. Album song Free Lunch, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach, Warner
Song language: English
Dummies |
We in a different time now, bro |
Man, we all gotta do our part, man |
One of the most valuable things you can offer is your words |
We gotta feed the old, the young and everybody in between |
(Woooooo!) |
Uh, these niggas be hatin' on the low |
I just play it cool and confident, they would never know |
My intelligence is the weapon I use on 'em first |
It take a smart man to the play the fool and the rules don’t reverse, mmh |
Dummies could never play me (never) |
One of the best of my generation but media hate me |
Nigga we grew up on Weezy F. Baby, Lupe and Jay-Z |
That mean I shoot you, say miss, excuse me |
Get her in tune and off The Cool, kick push to your old lady, yeah (heheh) |
Abi, don’t call 'em what they isn’t |
They move the goal post for certain niggas, they not official |
I know some snorters and sugar daddies that’s politicians |
I know some corner boys that could die tryna pay tuition |
Now is you mad 'cause my wallet, my woman, or complexion? |
Life could be easy, but it’s never simple |
And it take a real live real nigga to tell the difference |
Uh, what do it take be a gangsta? |
'Cause young boys on opioids never felt much, yeah |
They chasin' money 'til they taste blood |
Now ten year old Makyiah dead 'cause y’all ain’t think enough |
Now the city is prayin', postin' her picture up |
And every time I see 'em, I shed a tear and get really numb |
'Cause y’all dare rumble, and y’all don’t wanna squash it |
And now we here, it’s two parents buryin' their only daughter |
Uh, how could you kill a child when |
One of the codes of the streets was keepin' 'em from that violence? |
It’s deeper than y’all beefin', them people be out for us |
If we killin' our people then we become powerless |
Uh, excuse me, I got too deep |
I just signed a contract and now my conscience only think free |
And you can save your props for somebody that care what you think |
I been skatin' a while, why you try to Kerrigan? |
Please |
I’m 'bout to embarrass niggas, I feel that have carried me |
This industry very cold but it look to you very sweet |
Put niggas on big stages, put niggas in little beefs |
You put too much faith in it, it puts you in therapy |
These niggas be hatin' on the low |
I just play it cool and confident, they would never know |
My intelligence is the weapon I use on 'em first |
It take a smart man to the play the fool and the rules don’t reverse, dummy |
Wit’cho dumbass, boy |
Wit’cho mother fuckin' dumbass |
They can continue to undermine while we continue to be overpaid |
Whether you like it or not, we will not stop |
As the soul of our ancestors won’t allow us to inflict fear |
But rather turn fear into fire |
Olu is the three manifestations of a supreme God |
Olu is King, you in the presence of Olu |
Olu (Olu) |