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Wale - Winter Schemes lyrics

I gotta ask Jake One for the beat though
I don't know if he'll be cool with letting know
I don't know man it's really some album shit
Takin it up?

[J. Cole:]
Yeah winter schemes for my summer dreams
Winning seems to become routine, it's my thing
Underdog, never under y'all
I touch down in your city like a hundred yard
Dash, never punt at all
Last thing I need is four downs
My baddest just graduated from Georgetown
Grad school, cause a nigga like em grown up
I'm seeing rappers in the gym trying to tone up
I've seen rappers on the road, no one showing up
I feel partially to blame let me own up
I'm sorry, brand new Ferrari, really though I'm just frontin
I really don't mind discussin
That Bugatti in that Beyonce video was just for stuntin
Scared to mash the gas
Cause if i fucked around and crashed
That would have been my ass
That whip is 'bout a million cash (million cash?)
And dog I just got rich
How you gonna take a million from me,dog? I just got this
Came a long way from that weak ass advance
Was in the Honda on that LIE passing fast
Wasn't about the money then cause he had the chance
Built it from the ground up, no hit singles
Just a lot of f*cking gifts, nigga, no Kris Kringle
I'm the reason that your old bitch single
Gave her dick made her whole shit tingle ya won't feel me?
Born Sinner got this diamond chain gon' heal me
Lord let me kill the game and pray the game don't kill me
More time before I die bitch believe that
These rappers rich as f*ck but don't know where their .. that
It's a shame, niggas lame, this is fame for ya
I gotta be the only one that didn't change for ya
I saw ya sortin through trash and brought change for ya
Open up their lane, do I gotta say names for ya?
And I ain't even flexin
Plottin on that Warm Up 2, I'm just stretchin
Fourth quarter, so much due but f*ck stressin
I just step into the ring and do my mothaf*ckin thing
(my mothaf*ckin thing)
Fourth quarter, so much due but f*ck stressin
I just step into the ring and do my mothafuckin thing
(my mothaf*ckin thing)
Wale kill these niggas man
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Uhh uhh Wooooo!
Ya! Spring greening but I'm winter frigid
And with this summer album got me booking all them bitches
Until I'm .. with bitches, my parking garage official
Boy I play with foreigns and I feel just like..
God-given talent, mama gave me passion,
Got me, a Rihanna feature, ya'll should see my demographic
Copy us, dap me up, rapping niggas done got me f*cked
Half these niggas is carbon copy, faking a nigga would be redundant right?
I'm tryna shed a bunch a light
In a country where niggas follow models and hype
You know, trends and that shit,
Niggas wearing leather down in a 110
Just a classic-ass nigga rapping circles 'round these
squares, out of shape, and I ain't tripping
Shoe game prolific, this Hublot a ticket, that's right
Simmons piece Richard Simmons, go Google their differences out
Maneuver the industry, few is against me, I ride
With shooters but truthfully, tryna get loot out of Disney, I'm high
I'm tripping, I'm fried, forgive me, that's right, you with me
A cold world if I ain't slide by your chimney, we gifted
Tryna distribute what Allah has given me, listen
But some of the bars are synagogues to a godless opinion
And dig it, .. terms, man these lames can't contain these words
New slaves we were, we were shut down,
we were not proud for those things we stood
'Till we bust out, then bust down on that chain, we good
New black soul, new black soul, new black soul
Ain't toot my horn but I'm the new ..
This bitch a toot-toot with a 2Pac flow,
You niggas think too slow, you Pikachu but I'm Picasso
Peep how I do it, gotta deep mind so I free my quotes
Peep my approach, I'm thinking more like Lea on coke
Come see my show, this shit look like that door knob broke
There's hoes and hoes, and I'm sure I'm bout to know like four
You P-Myers replace me in that four-five show
And I'm just saying if I don't make it I'll still feed my folks
Still I keep shit real, I ain't never been a sucker though
Gold albums, on my 'Bron games, fucking stupid
And I'll fucking do it, new legend shit got me juiced
Whoever got problems with Folarin come find me, pursue it
Remind you of a time there was knowledge in music
And I do it for the niggas they promise the future
New black soul, new black soul, new black soul
And any bitch that got me twisted only grew my fro
Ha, and it's like that, right? Right?
And it's like that, right? Right?
Uh, uh, Gifted!

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