Wale - The Middle Finger lyrics

[Jerry Seinfeld] Now, one of the services you provide is giving them something to talk about Let 'em talk. It makes 'em happy, it makes 'em feel good They don't believe half the sh** they say People wanna talk. Yeah, it's fun to talk Hate to be the bearer of bad news But I can't move with too many rap dudes I respect dudes from my double M crew But I'm just not that dude hanging on to who's who's and such Cash rule for some, got room for none Can't fool with n***as who put the rumors up Wanted to quit, rap music s**s But couldn't run a 4.2, so with you I'm stuck Went in the booth, truth? the only tool I trust And that's sayin' a lot, cause Pro Tools be stuck You grindin' hot, they wanna be cool with yah They're like consignment shops, they're old news to us [Chorus] Society, I trip 'em Aye well look now I got to be the realest Aye well look now Society, I trip 'em Aye well look now Should follow no n***a Just the god inside of my mirror f** you, leave me alone (aye well look now) f** you, leave me alone (aye well look now) f** you, leave me alone (aye well look now) f** you, leave me alone (aye well look now) f** you, leave me alone f** you, leave me alone f** you, leave me alone f** you, leave me alone Fightin' for my respect, receive it or nothin' else Preachin' and geekin', I kinda think that I'm Malcolm X MDMA in my juice, jaws tired and thru Now I'm sweatin' cause the b**hes, they perspired me to Are you judgin' me now? Do you f** with me now? Miscarried my first child, ain't finna come out f** the therapy route, where the syrup and loud? Blue 30 come around, there's the smile Opiated, could show up later with more elation All my b**hes say, "Take it easy, enjoy the paper" Try to be with the people, see what I'm fightin' Them inner demons, and how it was eatin' me while I be in Vegas Yeah, life a gamble anyway jo Pop a perc, I could merk through the pain though Mind bills pilin' up, drop a single Thrill's all gone when that mothaf**in' fame go Ever seen a mix J Cole and Django? Educated, sh**, but he whip like he ain't though Black b**hes say my sh** is so graceful White b**hes barely know me up in Graystone [Chorus]