Wale - Black Grammys (ft. J. Cole, Meek Mill & Rockie Fresh) (Audio, Video) - Music Video
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Wale - Black Grammys (ft.
Cole, Meek Mill & Rockie Fresh) (prod.
Tone P) Watch Video Lyrics.
[Produced by Tone P] [Intro: Rick Ross] If Michael Jackson was alive right now He would want us to smoke one for him Double M, "Self Made 3", let's go [Hook: Wale] 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 [Verse 1: Wale] 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 [Hook: Wale] 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 [Verse 2: Meek Mill] 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 [Verse 3: Rockie Fresh] 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 [Verse 4: J.
Cole] 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 [Interlude: J.
Cole] Cole, World, nigga Double M-G, Dreamville shit [Hook: Wale] 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 Black Grammys