The Curse Of The Gifted

"Hold up, hold up, hold up, what the fuck?"

"What?"

"This nigga got a motherfucking statue?"

"Who?"

"This nigga Wale"

"Wale? What the fuck he ever done to get a statue?"

"Who the fuck this nigga think he is?"

"Hey spray that shit, spray that shit"

"Tag that shit"

"Hurry up, hurry up"

"Yeah, fucking Wale, fuck outta here"

"Fuck outta here, man"

"Wild-ass nigga"

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

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

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

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

This is the story about the price of fame

But the love for the dollar

Is because they cannot change