The Curse of the Gifted

[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" [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 [Hook] Satisfaction's for suckers Satisfaction's for suckers And ye don't even gotta love us But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, real nigga shit [Verse 2] See life better when you know you real I know some niggas is winning but ain’t been home in years Pray they not know the feeling, sitting on a couple million Sipping pretentious liquids Usually think money would heal it, funny, it's only trippin' If you were afloat, I bet you soak if you with 60 niggas So we keep that circle small and never let no squares near it It’s double-M G, I hope they know the set Don’t you cop a second whip unless yo mama out of debt Shout out to my cousin Bola, be home in a minute yep My nigga’s at the Rivers correctional, that’s me in that vent They thought I wouldn’t win in a crew full of trappers But I do, I fucked the game and came out a gold rapper I should be loving my accomplishments But a brand new Maserati got me plottin on another hit Success is like a never ending battle Wit' whoever at the top and if that’s you you who you tryna hit To top all my last shit, it’s all that I ask of I pray you forgive me if I don’t bask in this chapter I’m a legend out Georgetown, we talkin bout practice? Cuz in this establishment you ain’t never established [Hook x2] [Outro] This is the story about the price of fame But the love for the dollar Is because they cannot change