Black Grammys Wale (Ft. J. Cole, Meek Mill & Rockie Fresh)

[Produced by Tone P]

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

[Chorus: Wale]
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

[Verse 1: Wale]
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