Wale - Light Years lyrics

[Intro] M-M-M-M J.U.S.T.I.C.E. LEAGUE [Verse 1: Wale] I am light years ahead of these ni**as I'm thinkin' bigger, we can link up, but we know the difference Yeah, and I don't move like an industry ni**a My life is under a microscope, my chemistry special Uh, the gangsters angsty in my section You ni**as speak on me, have you leakin' like dirty business Thirty ni**as with .30's on 'em, you act numb Until them drums touch you, you actin' different Not who you feelin' [Chorus: Wale] And I'm ready for whatever, and I'm heavy where you wet So tell me why you mad, y'all can't keep up And your girl sit in my Benz, then I open her head Then I open up her legs, y'all can't keep up [Verse 1: Wale] Double M, we forever the legends Rest in peace to Black and Peanut, they seen my potential I used to borrow Ross whips to go pick up some women Run through Carol City, I'm vicious like I'm Willis McGahee Been Double M for like a decade though Nobody seein' it from now 'til siempre though They say I do things, I'm insane, and get psycho I'm pro-black, my cloth top look like Kente though I'm gone, wow [Chorus: Wale & Rick Ross] And I'm ready for whatever, and I'm heavy where you wet So tell me why you mad, y'all can't keep up And your girl sit in my Benz, then I open her head (I honestly feel like you gotta know your past to know your future) Then I open up her legs, y'all can't keep up (You gotta know where you from to kno where you're goin') [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I'm in the mood to watch my son become a man Colin Kaepernick scramblin' in the south of France See the kids in the park, I pray your gun it'll jam Set examples for all the hustlers who holdin' hands Consequences at ours with all the older heads New money, cigars, who really know the ledge? Earth, wind and fire, birthed my desire Cheers to the hustlers, toast to the choir Waterfall-lit crib while the strip dry Two-hundred-thou' for a show for the tenth time Light years, now we trendin' light years Life sentence for my lil' man, that's light years Day dreamin', gettin' brain in some nice wheels And I'm still seein' Trump in all my nightmares Still won't see enough with all the white sales No, I still won't see enough with all the white sales Went from film, now you baggin' up at Trader Joes Foreclose on your home, that's just the way it goes Invest in yourself, blessed for light years Versace or Huarache in my new Nike gear Light years, light years Versace or Huarache in my new Nike gear [Chorus: Wale] And I'm ready for whatever, and I'm heavy where you wet So tell me why you mad, y'all can't keep up And your girl sit in my Benz, then I open her head Then I open up her legs, y'all can't keep up