Bricks Wale (Ft. Lyfe Jennings & Yo Gotti)

[Intro: Wale]
From a brick, to a stone, does a fiend, have a soul?
Oh, oh
Does a kid, need a goal, if the powder's, made of gold?
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1: Wale]
Getting blowed
Thinkin I'm so glad that I can rap cause I couldn't move no dope
But I do know, a few niggas that did, and a few niggas that still
And the few niggas that's through, are the few niggas that's dead
So fuck a 9 to 5, they clockin' and tryna survive
Cop a brick and supply cause nobody offering jobs
Bricks build buildings, build houses, build neighborhoods
But a brick done turned a nigga to a baller or a dated shirt
Understated to say it hurts, I was optimistic
'Til I seen my youngin' whippin', made me wish that I was flippin'
Fuck this college when niggas out here just dollar pitchin'
Cause after 4 or 5, you don't got nothing but college tickets
Bricks

[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings & Wale]
Been a minute tryna hold my head and work this out
Tryna work this out
Counting numbers up in my head tryna build this house
Tryna build this house
Mama told me if I make my bed then I gotta lay down
Tryna build this house
But I never seem to keep these words all up out my mouth
It's only one way out
Bricks, it's all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks, it's all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks, it's all them niggas thinkin bout
Little niggas on the scene ain't gotta dream it now