Wale, Meek Mill, Rockie Fresh - Black Grammys lyrics

If Michael Jackson was alive right now
He would want us to smoke one for him
Double M, Self Made 3, let's go

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

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

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

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 18when 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

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

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 CO, LE, 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

It's Cole, World, nigga
Double MG, Dreamville shit

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

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