Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Grammys, artist - Wale. Date of issue: 16.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Grammys |
| If Michael Jackson was alive right now |
| He would want us to smoke one for him |
| Double M, «Self Made 3», let’s go |
| Folarin in this muh’fucker |
| I’m just talking to you muh’fuckers |
| If it don’t make your niggas proud |
| Then this should never be allowed |
| Look, misunderstood, just over heads |
| Just in your ears, although you deaf |
| Killing my fitteds with no intent, I groom better |
| Like I’m under a goal post, I am too officials |
| Extra point nigga, I forever kick it |
| As far as lyrics, I’m quite content with celibate living |
| Wittingly unfuckwittable with these syllables |
| And fuck your syllabi, little nigga been to school |
| The realest dude in the room in my groove |
| And all my women come frequently as the summer’s moon |
| Keep talking 'bout ambition shit |
| Brown women, brown liquor, I’m innocent |
| And all these bitches don’t know which body part they gon' pick |
| Invite them to my mind, but they end up on my dick, haha |
| Reminiscing upon my man Slick |
| We from the jungle, the grimiest animal a pig |
| As-salamu alaykum though |
| Try to hit the Jummah, Muhammed said you faking though |
| Somebody said, «You winning, why BOA pray so much?» |
| I say, «You tripping, such winnin make niggas prey on us» |
| Dreams fulfilling they ain’t capable of |
| As I renovate a model but do raise up your cup |
| Hah, tell them niggas we never giving up |
| And never lose us on this never-ending revenue hunt |
| Folarin in this muh’fucker |
| Still talking to you muh’fuckers |
| If it don’t make your niggas proud |
| Then this should never be allowed |
| Church |
| Uh, I did it for my family |
| I’ma take my mama to the Grammy’s |
| And shoutout everybody that ever said that I can’t be |
| And show her everything that she taught me done came in handy |
| Yeah, everything fine and dandy |
| Hurricane flow, dropped my album, it was Sandy |
| On another level so they couldn’t understand me |
| I guess I gotta take what I want it like Meyer Lansky |
| Shore is 'bout to get back, put your feet up and sit back |
| Barely went gold but I got money just like I went plat' |
| You get that? |
| Look like I went diamond just where my wrist at |
| I eat a nigga first four bars without a Kit Kat, pause |
| Let me get that, aw, how you get that far? |
| Cause when I ran out of gas, I had to push that car |
| And when I ran out of cash, I had to push that hard |
| Like Chris Paul when he push that ball, you dig? |
| I ain’t even used to live that far, you dig? |
| I learned to hustle when I took that loss, I did |
| 18 when I took that charge |
| Time to retire old niggas like they did Brett Favre, you dig? |
| New flows and new hoes |
| Now I’m switching Ferraris just like I do clothes |
| I run a business my nigga, I don’t just do shows |
| I don’t just rhyme nigga, all I know is grind nigga |
| I’m gone |
| I’m looking at the plan like this shit might work |
| But if it don’t work then this shit might hurt |
| We made first and goal now we gotta convert |
| Gotta get a couple mil' then go for dessert |
| I’m tryna break the bank, I ain’t breaking the news |
| That negative attention be the reason we lose |
| Instead of paying bills, niggas wanna buy shoes |
| If it’s money over bitches, is it that hard to choose? |
| Nah, give these fuck niggas some fame |
| 9 times out of 10 they wouldn’t even sustain |
| You can tear they ass apart and let the pussy remain |
| Until the industry fuck 'em and then they no one again |
| I always been me, I was never ashamed |
| I understand that no man’s path is the same |
| And when you not lying you’re even harder to tame |
| If you ever tell the truth then you free in the game |
| Yeah, nigga don’t be a statistic |
| Have yo main bitch sending me pictures |
| Feeling futuristic, might buy me a Fisker |
| Or a time machine to make the process quicker |
| I ain’t with the waiting but I stay patient |
| I take work trips, I don’t take vacations |
| I’m headed to the top where I stay stationed |
| Yeah, nigga I stay stationed |
| And I ain’t with the drama, don’t look back for that |
| The flow got more crack than the trap you at |
| I’m done with bitter bitches, it’s a wrap for that |
| If you’re a angry bird, it’s an app for that |
| I waited for a minute for this plan to hatch |
| And now I’m back with a brand new batch, yeah |
| And it feel good when it go like that |
| I spend quick and make the dough right back, uh |
| This verse never before rehearsed, it was wrote on site |
| To slit a nigga throat on sight |
| Took a whole lot of punches like the Cotto fight |
| Cole World, zip your coat up tight |
| I put your soul on nice, illiterate, the boy don’t write |
| Never met a beat that the flow don’t like |
| It’s cold, Young C.O., L.E., call me Neo |
| And if I ain’t the one, I’m the prototype |
| Woo, insane how I rhyme |
| All I do is brainstorm then I rain down lines |
| Shame y’all lying, me I’m the truth |
| Dog-eat-dog world nigga, we on the loose |
| Niggas don’t wanna hang, I’m the tree, I’m the noose |
| You lil pups couldn’t pee on my roots |
| Touch the people, I could be a masseuse |
| Thoughts black, I should be in The Roots |
| While y’all foulin', me I just shoot |
| Fallon, Jimmy, nigga |
| Asked for it nice now it’s gimme nigga |
| Once poor now it’s plenty, nigga |
| Still want more, no Demi, nigga |
| Serve niggas quick like Denny’s |
| Got pennies for my thoughts, now look what I done bought |
| Did the most with what I was taught |
| A Carolina nigga bound to be the greatest, this a hell of a start |
| Cole, World, nigga |
| Double M-G, Dreamville shit |
| Folarin in this muh’fucker |
| Still talking to you muh’fuckers |
| If it don’t make your niggas proud |
| Then this should never be allowed |
| Church |