[Intro]
"Hold up, hold up, hold up, what the fuck?"
"What?"
"This nigga got a motherfucking statue?"
"Who?"
"This nigga Wale"
"Wale? What the fuck he ever done to get a statue?"
"Who the fuck this nigga think he is?"
"Hey spray that shit, spray that shit"
"Tag that shit"
"Hurry up, hurry up"
"Yeah, fuck a Wale, fuck outta here"
"Fuck outta here, man"
"Wild-ass nigga"
Life's better when your niggas good
Life's better when your niggas good, yeah !
[Verse 1]
Life's better when your niggas good, and your mama straight
Though honestly still looking for some type of balance
Cause the status got me Jah tripping
Cause I like my bitch, but I love these bitches on my dick
When spitting tell me what you feeling different knowing you's the bread winner
And it's rare you hear niggas say he can't feel you
But in your ears like he dope, just not dope enough
And your closest homie probing you to open up
And to do so you must roll one up
And it’s lonely at the top, they tell me that they feelin' me
I eat this game and shit this out
My dirty drawers got winning streaks
I’m in too deep this industry, insane to a nigga
Got change like them niggas, but ain’t change like them nigga
They only fuck with my old shit cause I’m on shit
But I was potent in ’06, niggas slow as shit
Now my dreams is nothing more than minimal thoughts
And my cheese gonna fluctuate, though, sleep is the cause
And I’m tired though, and I’m high too
But it’s like my music made these niggas turn they pride to food
Yea, ye ain't even gotta love us
But you better respect this motherfucking hustle, real nigga shit
"Hold up, hold up, hold up, what the fuck?"
"What?"
"This nigga got a motherfucking statue?"
"Who?"
"This nigga Wale"
"Wale? What the fuck he ever done to get a statue?"
"Who the fuck this nigga think he is?"
"Hey spray that shit, spray that shit"
"Tag that shit"
"Hurry up, hurry up"
"Yeah, fuck a Wale, fuck outta here"
"Fuck outta here, man"
"Wild-ass nigga"
Life's better when your niggas good
Life's better when your niggas good, yeah !
[Verse 1]
Life's better when your niggas good, and your mama straight
Though honestly still looking for some type of balance
Cause the status got me Jah tripping
Cause I like my bitch, but I love these bitches on my dick
When spitting tell me what you feeling different knowing you's the bread winner
And it's rare you hear niggas say he can't feel you
But in your ears like he dope, just not dope enough
And your closest homie probing you to open up
And to do so you must roll one up
And it’s lonely at the top, they tell me that they feelin' me
I eat this game and shit this out
My dirty drawers got winning streaks
I’m in too deep this industry, insane to a nigga
Got change like them niggas, but ain’t change like them nigga
They only fuck with my old shit cause I’m on shit
But I was potent in ’06, niggas slow as shit
Now my dreams is nothing more than minimal thoughts
And my cheese gonna fluctuate, though, sleep is the cause
And I’m tired though, and I’m high too
But it’s like my music made these niggas turn they pride to food
Yea, ye ain't even gotta love us
But you better respect this motherfucking hustle, real nigga shit
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