Wale - The Curse Of The Gifted lyrics

[Verse 1:] Life's better when your n***as good, and your mama straight I'm honestly still looking for some type of balance Cuz the status got me jah tripping Cuz I like my b**h, but I love these b**hes on my dick When spitting tell me what you feeling different knowing you's the bread winner And it's rare you hear n***as say they 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 sh** this out My dirty draws got winning streaks I’m in too deep, this industry is sayin to a n***a Got change like them, just but ain’t changed like them n***a n***a sponsored links The only sh** on my old sh** cuz I’m on sh** But I was pumpin in ’06 with the slow sh** Now my dreams is nothing more than minimal thoughts Machine gon fluctuate those speakers to God And I’m tired though And I’m high too But it’s like my music made these n***as turn they pride to fool Yea, yall don’t even gotta love us But you better respect this motherf**er ah, you don’t know sh** [Hook:] Satisfaction's for s**ers Satisfaction's for s**ers And yall don’t even gotta love us But you will respect this motherf**in hustle, real sh** [Verse 2:] See life better when you know you real I know some n***as is winnin but ain’t been home in years Pray to not know the feeling, sitting on a couple million Sipping pretentious liquids Ease with they money when hella finding is on the trippin Like you were flowed I bet yourself that you worth 60 mill 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 girls in Bola, be home in a minute yep My n***a’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 f**ed 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 neverending battle Well whoever at the top and if that’s you you who you tryna hear The top of my last sh**, it’s all that I ask er 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] [Outro:] This is the story about the price of fame But the love for the dollar Is because they cannot change