Wale, J. Cole - Winter Schemes lyrics

Da da da dum
You gotta ask Jake One for the beat though
I don't know if he gon' be cool
With lettin' me, I don't know, man
It's really some album shit that we just
Takin' it up

Yeah, winter schemes for my summer dreams
Winning seems to become routine
It's my thing underdog, never under y'all
I touch down in your city like a hundred yard
Dash, never punt at all
Last thing I need is four downs
My baddest just graduated from Georgetown
Grad school 'cause a nigga like 'em grown up
I'm seeing rappers in the gym tryna tone up
I've seen rappers on the road
No one showin' up
I feel partially to blame, let me own up
I'm sorry, brand new Ferrari
Really though I'm just frontin'


I really don't mind discussin'
That Bugatti in that Beyoncé video
Was just for stuntin'
Scared to mash the gas 'cause if
I fucked around and crashed
That woulda been my ass
That whip is 'bout a million cash
Million cash? And dawg, I just got rich
How you gonna take a million from me
Dawg? I just got this
Came a long way from that weak ass advance
Was in the Honda on that LIE passing fast
Wasn't bout the money then 'cause
He had the chance
Built it from the ground up, no hit singles
Just a lot of fucking gifts, nigga
No Kris Kringle cole, I'm the reason that
Your old bitch single
Gave her dick, made her whole shit tingle
Ya wan' feel me? Born sinner
Doubt this diamond chain gon' heal me
Lord, let me kill the game and
Pray the game don't kill me
Huh, multi before I die bitch, believe that
These rappers rich as fuck but don't
Know where they seeds at
It's a shame, niggas lame
This is fame for ya i gotta be the only one
That didn't change for ya
I saw ya sortin' through trash
And brought change for ya open up they lane
Do I gotta say names for ya?
Ha, and I ain't even flexin'
Plottin' on that Warm Up 2
I'm just stretchin'
Fourth quarter, so much due
But fuck stressin' i just step into the ring
And do my muh'fuckin' thing
My muh'fuckin' thing, ha
Fourth quarter, so much due
But fuck stressin' i just step into the ring
And do my muh'fuckin' thing

Uhh, Wale, kill these niggas man uhh, woo!
Gifted!

Yah! Spring greening but I'm winter frigid
And with this summer album got
Me booking all them bitches
Uhh, 'til I'm bored with bitches
My parking garage official
Boy, I play with foreigns and I
Feel just like Kawhi Leonard
God-given talent, momma gave me passion
Got me a, Rihanna feature
Y'all should see my demographic
Copy us, dap me up
Rapping niggas done got me fucked
Half these niggas is carbon copy
Faking a nigga would be redundant, right?
Ah, I'm tryna shed a bunch of light
In a country where niggas
Follow models and hype
You know? Trends and that shit
Niggas wearing leather down in a 110
Hahah, just a classic-ass nigga
Rappin' circles 'round these squares
Out of shape and I ain't trippin'
Shoe game prolific, this Hublot a ticket
This Ron Simmons meets Richard Simmons
Go Google their differences
As I maneuver the industry
Few is against me, i ride
With shooters but truthfully, tryna get
Loot out of Disney, i'm high
I'm tripping, I'm fried, forgive
Me, that's right, you with me
A cold world if I ain't
Slide by your chimney, we gifted
Tryna distribute what Allah has given me
Listen but some of the bars are
Synagogues to a godless opinion
Dig it, in layman's terms
Man these lames can't contain these words
New slaves we were we was shut down
We was not proud for those things we stood
'Til I bust out then bust down that chain
We good new black soul, new black soul
New black soul
Ain't toot my horn but I'm the new Satchmo
This Bishop Tutu with a 2Pac flow
You niggas think too slow
You Pikachu but I'm Picasso
Peep how I do it
Got a deep mind so I free my quotes
Peep my approach
I'm thinking more like Lee Iacocca
Come see my show
This shit look like that door knob broke
There's hoes and hoes
And I'm sure I'm bout to know like four
You P-Myers
Replace me then that four-five show
And I'm just saying if I don't make it
I'll still feed my folks
Still I keep shit real
I ain't never been a sucker though
Gold albums on my bronze game, fucking stupid
And I'll fucking do it
New legend shit got me juiced
Whoever got problems with Folarin
Come find me, pursue it
Remind you of a time there
Was knowledge in music
And I do it for the niggas
They promise the future
So, new black soul, new black soul
New black soul and any bitch that got me
Twisted only grew my fro
Ha, and it's like that, right, right
And it's like that, right uh, uh, Gifted!