Bricks

[Intro: Wale]

From a brick to a stone, does a fiend have a soul?

Oh, oh

Does a kid need a goal, if the powder's made of gold?

Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1: Wale]

Getting blowed

Thinkin' I'm so glad that I can rap 'cause I couldn't move no dope

But I do know, a few niggas that did, and a few niggas that still

And the few niggas that's through, are the few niggas that's dead

So fuck a 9 to 5, they clockin' and tryna survive

Cop a brick and supply 'cause nobody offering jobs

Bricks build, buildings build, houses build neighborhoods

But a brick done turned a nigga to a baller or a dated shirt

Understated to say it hurts, I was optimistic

'Til I seen my youngin' whippin', made me wish that I was flippin'

Fuck this college when niggas out here just dollar pitchin'

'Cause after 4 or 5, you don't got nothing but college tickets

Bricks

[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings & Wale]

Been a minute tryna hold my head and work this out

Tryna work this out