Текст песни Wale - Mama Told Me

Attention Deficit
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Wale
Альбом: Attention Deficit
Длительность: 03:38
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(Chorus) x2 Mama told me there'd be days like this But I ain't never ever think there'd be a day like this (Naw!) Not now not ever, and now until forever you will never need another (Nigga!) Look... Sorry hiphop, it took me so long to get on but so long that I'm on it, it's on! I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustla's, meanwhile Showin' mama I ain't dropped out for nothin'! I swear these dolla's gon' add up And I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck That's why I shine like I does, it's pain in my eyes but these east saints blind you to look Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag, whoever tried to gravitate G told me it's a city full of crimes, I'm feelin' like a platter at Philip's when I rap As much as I wanted to be minisculed the fact is, they'd only be happy with a minstrel actor Sorry Mr. Charlie won't chap dance, and fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here My net is from jet setters to cab fares Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand Ain't have to see-saw, I'm already scared I been called the ??? And I DC'd this whole fuckin' genre And I ain't in it for them O's or them comma's But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper Yessir... (Chorus) The future is now, I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out I would invest in a poncho, 'cause I ain't finna punch out like Glass Joe (Naw!) Ima go until my arm's sore, fuck it! I go until my 40 millionth encore Hip-hop's dead yeah that's what Nas said to me I guess that's hip-hop heads on salary We've had the tables, on them record labels Who's next to release? We guillotine them Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant everybody broke except the nigga on the track (Shit!) And mama why you throw away my drums? A hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song Nigga I'm a hundred miles far, I'm feelin' Chris Childs You lookin' like Kobe Bryant ya'll It's lonely at the top so I waited, but ain't nobody take it Now I'm playin' solitaire patient Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus See me as blasphemous for I don't need them God give me strength, Allah give me patience I am only a man and I don't know what to think
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