Wale Mama Told Me Lyrics

Artist: Wale
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Album: Track 2 on Attention Deficit
Length: 3:38

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 (*****!)

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 **** 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 ****in' genre
And I ain't in it for them O's or them comma's
But more or less the hope for dope *****s to prosper
Yes sir

The future is now,
I lead on record's dedication for makin' better music is now
Dope *****s 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, **** 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
*****s braggin' but everybody stagnant
Everybody broke except the ***** on the track (****!)
And mama why you throw away my drums?
A hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song
***** 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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