Black Grammys

[Produced by Tone P]

[Intro: Rick Ross]

If Michael Jackson was alive right now

He would want us to smoke one for him

Double M, Self Made 3, let's go

[Chorus: Wale]

Folarin in this muh'fucker

I'm just talking to you muh'fuckers

And if it don't make your niggas proud

Then this should never be allowed

[Verse 1: Wale]

Look, misunderstood, just over heads

Just in your ears, although you deaf

Killing my fitteds with no intent, I groom better

Like I'm under a goal post, I am too officials

Extra point nigga, I forever kick it

As far as lyrics, I'm quite content with celibate living

Wittingly unfuckwittable with these syllables

And fuck your syllabi, little nigga been to school

The realest dude in the room in my groove

And all my women come frequently as the summer's moon

Keep talking 'bout ambition shit

Brown women, brown liquor, I'm innocent

And all these bitches don't know which body part they gon' pick

Invite them to my mind, but they end up on my dick, haha

Reminiscing upon my man Slick

We from the jungle, the grimiest animal a pig

As-salamu alaykum though

Try to hit the Jummah, Muhammed said you faking though

Somebody said, "You winning, why BOA pray so much?"

I say, "You tripping, such winnin make niggas prey on us"

Dreams fulfilling they ain't capable of

As I renovate a model but do raise up your cup

Hah, tell them niggas we never giving up

And never lose us on this never-ending revenue hunt

[Chorus: Wale]

Folarin in this muh'fucker

Still talking to you muh'fuckers

If it don't make your niggas proud

Then this should never be allowed

Church

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Uh, I did it for my family

I'ma take my mama to the Grammy's

And shoutout everybody that ever said that I can't be

And show her everything that she taught me done came in handy

Yeah, everything fine and dandy

Hurricane flow, dropped my album, it was Sandy

On another level so they couldn't understand me

I guess I gotta take what I want it like Meyer Lansky

Shore is 'bout to get back, put your feet up and sit back

Barely went gold but I got money just like I went plat'

You get that? Look like I went diamond just where my wrist at

I eat a nigga first four bars without a Kit-Kat, pause

Let me get that, aw, how you get that far?

Cause when I ran out of gas, I had to push that car

And when I ran out of cash, I had to push that hard

Like Chris Paul when he push that ball, you dig?

I ain't even used to live that far, you dig?

I learned to hustle when I took that loss, I did

18 when I took that charge

Time to retire old niggas like they did Brett Favre, you dig?

New flows and new hoes

Now I'm switching Ferraris just like I do clothes

I run a business my nigga, I don't just do shows

I don't just rhyme nigga, all I know is grind nigga

I'm gone

[Verse 3: Rockie Fresh]

I'm looking at the plan like this shit might work

But if it don't work then this shit might hurt

We made first and goal now we gotta convert

Gotta get a couple mil' then go for dessert

I'm tryna break the bank, I ain't breaking the news

That negative attention be the reason we lose

Instead of paying bills, niggas wanna buy shoes

If it's money over bitches, is it that hard to choose?

Nah, give these fuck niggas some fame

Nine times out of ten, they wouldn't even sustain

You can tear they ass apart and let the pussy remain

Until the industry fuck 'em and then they no one again

I always been me, I was never ashamed

I understand that no man's path is the same

And when you not lying then you harder to tame

If you ever tell the truth then you free in the game

Yeah, nigga don’t be a statistic

Have yo main bitch sending me pictures

Feeling futuristic, might buy me a Fisker

Or a time machine to make the process quicker

I ain't with the waiting but I stay patient

I take work trips, I don't take vacations

I'm headed to the top where I stay stationed

Yeah, nigga I stay stationed

And I ain't with the drama, don't look back for that

The flow got more crack than the trap you at

I'm done with bitter bitches, it's a wrap for that

If you a angry bird, it's an app for that

I waited for a minute for this plan to hatch

And now I'm back with a brand new batch, yeah

And it feel good when it go like that

I spend quick and make the dough right back, uh

[Verse 4: J. Cole]

This verse never before rehearsed, it was wrote on site

To slit a nigga throat on sight

Took a whole lot of punches like the Cotto fight

Cole World, zip your coat up tight

I put your soul on ice, illiterate, the boy don't write

Never met a beat that the flow don't like

It's Cole, Young C.O., L.E., call me Neo

And if I ain't the one, I'm the prototype

Woo, insane how I rhyme

All I do is brainstorm then I rain down lines

Shame y'all lying, me I'm the truth

Dog-eat-dog world nigga, we on the loose

Niggas don't wanna hang, I'm the tree, I'm the noose

You little pups couldn't pee on my roots

Touch the people, I could be a masseuse

Thoughts black, I should be in The Roots

While y'all foulin', me I just shoot

Fallon, Jimmy nigga

Asked for it nice, now it's gimme nigga

Once poor, now it's plenty nigga

Still want more, no Demi nigga

Serve niggas quick like Denny's

Got pennies for my thoughts, now look what I done bought

Did the most with what I was taught

A Carolina nigga bound to be the greatest, this a hell of a start

[Interlude: J. Cole]

It's Cole, World, nigga

Double MG, Dreamville shit

[Chorus: Wale]

Folarin in this muh'fucker

I'm still talking to you muh'fuckers

If it don't make your niggas proud

Then this should never be allowed

Church

[Outro]

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