Текст песни Wale - The Curse Of The Gifted

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[Verse 1] Life's better when your niggas good, and your mama straight I'm honestly still looking for some type of balance Cause the status got me jah tripping Cause I like my bitch, but I love these bitches on my dick When spitting tell me what you feeling different knowing you's the bread winner And it's rare you hear niggas say he can't feel you But in your ears like he dope, just not dope enough And the closest ho would be probin' you to open up And to do so you must roll one up And it’s lonely at the top They say me that they feelin me I eat this game and shit this out My dirty drawers got winning streaks I’m in too deep, this industry is sayin to a nigga Got change like them, just but ain’t changed like them nigga They only fuck with my old shit cause I’m on shit But I was potent in ’06, niggas slow as shit Now my dreams is nothing more than minimal thoughts And my cheese gonna fluctuate, though sleep is the cause And I’m tired though And I’m high too But it’s like my music made these niggas turn they pride to fool Yea, ye ain't even gotta love us But you better respect this motherfucking hustle, real nigga shit [Hook] Satisfaction's for suckers Satisfaction's for suckers And ye don't even gotta love us But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, real nigga shit [Verse 2] See life better when you know you real I know some niggas is winning but ain’t been home in years Pray they not know the feeling, sitting on a couple million Sipping pretentious liquids Using they money when hell ain't funny, it's only trippin Like you were flowed I bet yourself that you with 60 niggas So we keep that circle small and never let no squares in there It’s double-M G, I hope they know the set Don’t you cop a second whip unless yo mama out of debt Shout out to my cousin Bola, be home in a minute yep My nigga’s at the Rivers correctional, that’s me in that vent They thought I wasn’t winning, the crew full of troubles But I do, I fucked the game and came out a gold rapper I should be loving my accomplishments But a brand new Maserati got me plottin on another hit Success is like a never ending battle Well whoever at the top and if that’s you you who you tryna hear To top on my last year, it’s all that I ask of I pray you forgive me if I don’t bask in this chapter I’m a legend out Georgetown, we talkin bout practice? Cuz in this establishment you ain’t never established [Hook x2]

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