Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Thing of Ours , by - Wale. Release date: 21.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
This Thing of Ours |
| Cannon |
| M-M-Maybach Music |
| Huh, huh, huh |
| Sometimes I get so fucking paranoid |
| Reminiscing on how them bricks keep going back and forth |
| I asked the Lord for everything I lack and more |
| Last thing on my mind was slamming Caddy doors |
| I just made up my mind, I’m grinding like a boss |
| Dedicated our lives, sacrifices we lost |
| Fatal mistakes, talking laws of attraction |
| The paper I’m making, I upgraded my fashion |
| Everything tailor-made, flossing’s my passion |
| Loyalty came first, number one rule in the faction |
| Follow my actions, came in in '06 |
| Planted my flag, bitch I’m taking no shit |
| I toted them toolies, I bullied the bullies |
| I made a few hits, my bank account Jewish |
| Niggas is minor, the money manure |
| I’m thinking like Hyman, Godfather the 4th |
| It was never filmed, therefore never seen |
| It was never him, that’s what these haters scream |
| I wrote the script, I was sipping lean |
| Now meet the myth, I brought along my triple beam |
| This thing of ours, oh (Oh) |
| It’s so mafioso (Yeah) |
| You ain’t never know though (No) never gon' know so (No) |
| No never, no never, no never, no, no, no, no |
| Uh, Ralph, look |
| This reefer the sweetest, got me thinking much deeper |
| They don’t rap for a reason, this is rather convenient |
| Spend money with my team, make my money from hustle |
| Women love you for fee, niggas hate you for nothing |
| Never hate you in public, better let they eyes tell it |
| Ain’t even 5'11″, what the fuck you guys scared of? |
| I’m a loose cannon, screws damaged |
| And I do think hip-hop music needs some newer standards |
| Hardest working conglomerate, and that’s word to my mama |
| Getting up in they mental, get 'em out of they garments |
| Adamantly coming at whoever call up for drama |
| Just know that D.C., Philly, Ohio, Miami got us |
| Private jet over water, natty dread, got no barber |
| I see Feds, I go that way, that DMV shit taught us |
| When you young and you black, they see you as a target |
| So before them Foamposites, get ya lawyers in order |
| Ralph, Genius |
| This thing of ours, oh (Oh) |
| It’s so mafioso (Yeah) |
| You ain’t never know though (No) never gon' know so (No) |
| No never, no never, no never, no, no, no, no |
| The don of all dons |
| Since y’all wanna call me something, all a sudden |
| Niggas ball and stunting, y’all just started pulling on Havanas |
| Pull ya card, ya spineless, where ya heart? |
| I know where mine is |
| A don is one who accept things he cannot change |
| Only thing I accept I cannot change is getting old and dying |
| Gold medallion over my son chest |
| He’ll hold it down when I sunset |
| What does death mean to me? |
| I never owned the concept, I was here |
| I’m just a spirit, let’s get one thing clear |
| Everything segues into each other |
| One thing is just an extension of the other, my kid to me |
| I am my children through history |
| Upstanding men and stand up women |
| I am existing, I was conceived |
| To break bread with kings, and make connections |
| We haven’t met yet, my reputation you’ve stuck with |
| Until we have our formal introduction, that’s enough |
| But every male is not a man |
| So some of those that will hold out they hand won’t understand |
| This thing of ours |
| This thing of ours, oh (Oh) |
| It’s so mafioso (Yeah) |
| You ain’t never know though (No) never gon' know so (No) |
| No never, no never, no never, no, no, no, no |