Wale

Wale - Mama Told Me songtekst

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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 



[Chorus]
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