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wale lyrics : "Mama Told Me"

(Chorus) x2
Mama told me there'd be days like this
But I ain't never ever think there'd be a day like this (Naw!)

Not now not ever,
and now until forever you will never need another (^!$$%!)


Look...
Sorry hiphop, it took me so long to get on
but so long that I'm on it, it's on!

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustla's, meanwhile
Showin' mama I ain't dropped out for nothin'!
I swear these dolla's gon' add up

And I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
That's why I shine like I does, it's pain in my eyes
but these east saints blind you to look

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag,
whoever tried to gravitate
G told me it's a city full of crimes,

I'm feelin' like a platter at Philip's when I rap
As much as I wanted to be minisculed the fact is,
they'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

Sorry Mr. Charlie won't chap dance,
and $#[email protected] the radio for tellin' me to snap jam
I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

My net is from jet setters to cab fares
Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand
Ain't have to see-saw, I'm already scared

I been called the ???
And I DC'd this whole $#[email protected]' genre
And I ain't in it for them O's or them comma's

But more or less the hope for dope ^!$$%s to prosper
Yessir...


(Chorus)

The future is now,

I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now
Dope ^!$$%s locked out 4 year rap drought
It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

I would invest in a poncho,
'cause I ain't finna punch out like Glass Joe (Naw!)
Ima go until my arm's sore, $#[email protected] it! I go until my 40 millionth encore

Hip-hop's dead yeah that's what Nas said to me
I guess that's hip-hop heads on salary
We've had the tables, on them record labels

Who's next to release? We guillotine them
^!$$%s braggin' but everybody stagnant everybody broke
except the ^!$$% on the track (%#@!!)

And mama why you throw away my drums?
A hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song
^!$$% I'm a hundred miles far, I'm feelin' Chris Childs

You lookin' like Kobe Bryant ya'll
It's lonely at the top so I waited, but ain't nobody take it
Now I'm playin' solitaire patient

Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus
See me as blasphemous for I don't need them
God give me strength, Allah give me patience

I am only a man and I don't know what to think

(Chorus)


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