| Look…
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| Sorry hiphop, it took me so long to get on but so long that I’m on it, it’s on!
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| I’m rappin' for the scholars and the hustla’s, meanwhile
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| Showin' mama I ain’t dropped out for nothin'!
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| I swear these dolla’s gon' add up
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| And I ain’t shallow, material things suppress bad luck
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| That’s why I shine like I does, it’s pain in my eyes but these east saints
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| blind you to look
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| Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag, whoever tried to
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| gravitate
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| G told me it’s a city full of crimes, I’m feelin' like a platter at Philip’s
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| when I rap
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| As much as I wanted to be minisculed the fact is, they’d only be happy with a
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| minstrel actor
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| Sorry Mr. Charlie won’t chap dance, and fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap
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| jam
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| I’m just expectin' the spectator’s respect here
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| My net is from jet setters to cab fares
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| Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand
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| Ain’t have to see-saw, I’m already scared
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| I been called the ??
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| And I DC’d this whole fuckin' genre
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| And I ain’t in it for them O’s or them comma’s
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| But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper
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| Yessir…
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| The future is now, I lead on record’s dedicaton for makin' better music is now
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| Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought
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| It’s rainin' now somehow the fugitive’s out
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| I would invest in a poncho, 'cause I ain’t finna punch out like Glass Joe (Naw!)
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| Ima go until my arm’s sore, fuck it! |
| I go until my 40 millionth encore
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| Hip-hop's dead yeah that’s what Nas said to me
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| I guess that’s hip-hop heads on salary
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| We’ve had the tables, on them record labels
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| Who’s next to release? |
| We guillotine them
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| Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant everybody broke except the nigga on the
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| track (Shit!)
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| And mama why you throw away my drums?
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| A hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song
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| Nigga I’m a hundred miles far, I’m feelin' Chris Childs
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| You lookin' like Kobe Bryant ya’ll
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| It’s lonely at the top so I waited, but ain’t nobody take it
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| Now I’m playin' solitaire patient
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| Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus
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| See me as blasphemous for I don’t need them
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| God give me strength, Allah give me patience
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| I am only a man and I don’t know what to think |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mama Told Me , by - Wale. Song from the album Attention Deficit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп