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letra de mama told me - wale

“mama told me”

[chorus x2]
mama told me there’d be days like this
but i ain’t never ever think there’d be a day like this (naw!)
not now not ever, and now until forever you will never need another (n-gg-!)

look…
sorry hiphop, it took me so long to get on but so long that i’m on it, it’s on!
i’m rappin’ for the scholars and the hustla’s, meanwhile
showin’ mama i ain’t dropped out for nothin’!
i swear these dolla’s gon’ add up
and i ain’t shallow, material things suppress bad luck
that’s why i shine like i does, it’s pain in my eyes but these east saints blind you to look
binded between, carryin’ the flag for an area that drag, whoever tried to gravitate
g told me it’s a city full of crimes, i’m feelin’ like a platter at philip’s when i rap
as much as i wanted to be minisculed the fact is, they’d only be happy with a minstrel actor
sorry mr. charlie won’t chap dance, and f-ck the radio for tellin’ me to snap jam
i’m just expectin’ the spectator’s respect here
my net is from jet setters to cab fares
hip-hop’s unbalances got out of hand
ain’t have to see-saw, i’m already scared
i been called the ??
and i dc’d this whole f-ckin’ genre
and i ain’t in it for them o’s or them comma’s
but more or less the hope for dope n-gg-s to prosper
yessir…

[chorus]

the future is now, i lead on record’s dedicaton for makin’ better music is now
dope n-gg-s locked out 4 year rap drought
it’s rainin’ now somehow the fugitive’s out
i would invest in a poncho, ’cause i ain’t finna punch out like gl-ss joe (naw!)
ima go until my arm’s sore, f-ck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore
hip-hop’s dead yeah that’s what nas said to me
i guess that’s hip-hop heads on salary
we’ve had the tables, on them record labels
who’s next to release? we guillotine them
n-gg-s braggin’ but everybody stagnant everybody broke except the n-gg- on the track (sh-t!)
and mama why you throw away my drums?
a hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song
n-gg- i’m a hundred miles far, i’m feelin’ chris childs
you lookin’ like kobe bryant ya’ll
it’s lonely at the top so i waited, but ain’t n-body take it
now i’m playin’ solitaire patient
crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus
see me as blasphemous for i don’t need them
god give me strength, allah give me patience
i am only a man and i don’t know what to think

[chorus]

- wale

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