Wale — The Middle Finger lyrics

Lyrics

Hate to be the bearer of bad news
But I can’t move with too many rap dudes
I respect dudes from my double M crew
But I’m just not that dude hanging on to who’s who’s and such
Cash rule for some, got room for none
Can’t fool with niggas who put the rumors up Wanted to quit, rap music sucks
But couldn’t run a 4.2, so with you I’m stuck
Went in the booth, truth? the only tool I trust
And that’s sayin' a lot, cause Pro Tools be stuck
You grindin' hot, they wanna be cool with yah
They’re like consignment shops, they’re old news to us Society, ya’ll trippin
Aye what it look like
I got to be the realest
Aye what it look like
Society, ya’ll trippin
Aye what it look like
Should follow no nigga
Just the God inside of my mirror
Fuck you, leave me alone (Aye what it look like)
Fuck you, leave me alone (Aye what it look like)
Fuck you, leave me alone (Aye what it look like)
Fuck you, leave me alone (Aye what it look like)
Fuck you, leave me alone
Fuck you, leave me alone
Fuck you, leave me alone
Fuck you, leave me alone
Fightin' for my respect, receive it or nothin' else
Preachin' and geekin', I kinda think that I’m Malcolm X MDMA in my juice, jaws tired and thru
Now I’m sweatin' cause the bitches, they perspired me to Are you judgin' me now? Do you fuck with me now?
Miscarried my first child, ain’t finna come out
Fuck the therapy route, where the syrup and loud?
Blue 30 come around, there’s the smile
Opiated, could show up later with more elation
All my bitches say, «Take it easy, enjoy the paper»
Try to be with the people, see what I’m fightin'
Them inner demons, and how it was eatin' me while I be in Vegas
Yeah, life a gamble anyway jo Pop a perc, I could merk through the pain though
Mind bills pilin' up, drop a single
Thrill’s all gone when that mothafuckin' fame go Ever seen a mix J. Cole and Django?
Educated, shit, but he whip like he ain’t though
Black bitches say my shit is so graceful
White bitches barely know me up in Greystone