The Sun

[Hook: Mandrill Sample] The sun is in the sky But I refuse to smile Still darkness lingers in my mind [Verse 1: Wale] How the fuck am I gonna smile? See y'all niggas got the wrong guy The box that I'm in isn't mine to be in Must I remind you again? The mind is an engine My drive doesn't drive for intolerance Because I'm more popular than bloggers and pirates The ignorant downgrade me to average But they don't even know half of the rapper So they threw me in the skinny jeans crew Because I rap about shit that the people really do If i got Glocks poppin' at Picasso that proper I'd rather rap about politics and Prada Gucci and bitches, and hip-hop business I don't gotta pass stones like fucked up kidneys To make y'all listen, and get my vision While the real niggas listen, the bitch niggas gon' whisper B-grade rappers gasp like wind sprints Whack rappers sound better when they dis skip And look better with their wrists slit Then, and only then will you motherfuckers see a grin [Hook] [Verse 2: Memphis Bleek] Yep, I keep my head up The only thing down is the top A mean mug nigga cause the grind don't stop Last week, my little homie got popped And lord knows if the gun play law stopped Fuck cops and politics I'm into making hoods tight as shit Now ain't that boutta' bitch? Had a strong team, until the feds came Peepin' down the week Tote it all mang' So what the fuck am I smiling 'bout? This the shit here niggas on the island 'bout And the foe building right now, wild'n out So I don't wanna hear about how you Gucci'd out Nigga, I'm bout' to pour about a hundred out Out the bank, and bail all my niggas out Fuck you think? Get low [Hook]