Wale 2013 Album "The Gifted" Cover Art, Tracklist & Lyrics

Tracklist

1. The Curse of the Gifted

2. LoveHate Thing (Feat. Sam Dew)

3. Sunshine

4. Heaven’s Afternoon (Feat. Meek Mill)

5. Golden Salvation (Jesus Piece)

6. Vanity

7. Gullible (Feat. Cee-Lo Green)

8. Bricks (Feat. Yo Gotti & Lyfe Jennings)

9. Clappers (Feat. Nicki Minaj & Juicy J)

10. Bad (Remix) (Feat. Rihanna)

11. Tired of Dreaming (Feat. Ne-Yo & Rick Ross)

12. Rotation (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & 2 Chainz)

13. Simple Man

14. 88

15. Black Heroes / Outro About Nothing (Feat. Jerry Seinfeld)

16. Bad (Feat. Tiara Thomas)

Lyrics to all the songs

The Curse of the Gifted Lyrics - Wale

 [Verse 1]

Life's better when your niggas good, and your mama straight

I'm honestly still looking for some type of balance

Cuz the status got me jah tripping

Cuz 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 they can't feel you

But in your ears like he dope, just not dope enough

And the closest ho would be probin you to open up

And to do so you must roll one up

And it’s lonely at the top

They say me that they feelin me

I eat this game and shit this out

My dirty draws got winning streaks

I’m in too deep, this industry is sayin to a nigga

Got change like them, just but ain’t changed like them nigga nigga

They only fuck with my old shit cuz I’m on, shit

But I was potent in ’06, niggas slow as shit

Now my dreams is nothing more than minimal thoughts

My g's gon fluctuate those speakers to God

And I’m tired though

And I’m high too

But it’s like my music made these niggas turn they pride to fool

Yea, yall don’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 yall don’t even gotta love us

But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, real shit

[Verse 2]

See life better when you know you real

I know some niggas is winnin but ain’t been home in years

Pray they not know the feeling, sitting on a couple million

Sipping pretentious liquids

Ease with they money when hella finding is on the trippin

Like you were flowed I bet yourself that you worth 60 mill

So we keep that circle small and never let no squares in there

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 girls in Bola, be home in a minute yep

My nigga’s at the Rivers correctional, that’s me in that vent

They thought I wasn’t winning, the crew full of troubles

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 neverending battle

Well whoever at the top and if that’s you you who you tryna hear

The top of my last shit, it’s all that I ask er

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

LoveHate Thing Lyrics – Wale Featuring: Sam Dew Produced By: Sam Dew, Stokley & Tone P

 [Intro: Wale]

Shout out to Marvin Gaye

Love you then they hate you

Then they love you again

Hate you then they love you

Then they hate you again

[Hook: Sam Dew]

Hold me tight, let me go

Heal my heart, hurt my soul

Build me up, break me down

Make me smile, make me frown

Give me love, take it all away again

Give me love, take it all away again

[Verse 1: Wale]

Yeah, ain't no love in the heart of city, that's what they told me

Beef with over 100 niggas, don't none of 'em know me

Son of a mother studying at UDC

Sitting in taxi cabs, where daddy roaming the streets

Seven hallelujahs, my sutana was clean

On everything I wear it, all the America's tees

This whole system most prolific in the DMV

Listen when you get the keys to sell 'em, you don’t get the beef

Make a nigga wanna get the piece to get to peace

You gon' need more than Wikipedia to get to me

PG to Mo County bet they all know about me

Every hood, every 'burb, I got superb balance

From the city that made me love you forever for it

Hope you celebrate every moment forever ignore it

You made me what I am, you made me what I'm not

They gon' love you a little different when you at the top

[Bridge x2: Wale]

Give me love, baby

Not enough, not enough, just a touch, baby

What the fuck, baby? It's just us, baby

This ain't right, this is life

This a love hate thing

[Hook: Sam Dew]

[Verse 2: Wale]

Yeah, my affinty grows as the city gets cold

As you reaching your goals, you gon' meet you some foes

Having dinner with Leonsis I'm dreaming to own

But for now me and my homies see the bottom floor

I'm trying to redefine the culture, and renovate the soul

Women in town, but I'm manifestating every goal

I see potential in John, talk to him once a week

Media targets in our city it ain't ever sweet

I lost a lot of friends and they ain't even dead

When I was on my way up, why you ain't see the stairs?

Lord father if I opted to follow them

My heart would tear from my dreams let me know that you here

And it's rare when I'm anywhere with too many heads

Niggas jealous and never tell it until they stare

How could you blame us envy?

We do the same thing for a living

Know the same niggas, but they all commend me

Champagne I'mma spill it until we all fill up

Maybe it stopped me from giving a fuck about opinions

And probably not, but I'm temporarily out of fizzucks

So tell the post to leave propaganda to politicians

[Hook: Sam Dew]

Sunshine Lyrics - Wale

 (Intro) May the optimism of tomorrow be your foundation for today

[Hook]

The spotlight on my fans

Sunshine, I can’t tell a lie

No need to say it but they just wanna hear it now

No need to say it but they just wanna hear it now

(I can't lie I feel quite phenomenal today baby)

- (That new black soul) -

[Verse 1]

I was in the business when you was chasin' the (pussy)

Now I got the dollars I'm tryin get my position

Couple bad decisions I got some character issues

Although I'm never slippin like student parent permission

Yes I am aware that America tryna get me

So I let my friends carry paraphernalia

Before I love a industry girl I'll marry civilian

Picture a young, rich former taking me serious

Although I hit my stride, ain't even in prime (nah)

Singles in the chart make a broad lose top these days

You ain't gotta do nothin to pop these days

Instagram is runnin they thoughts these days

62 joint, got me Doug-in on em

Humbled that my (shit) dropped now I'm stuntin on em

You better know that you overdo for some better endings

Thats who whoever develop second guessing they blessing

(Ralph)

[Hook]

- ( I just need you to vibe wit me real quick, we came from nothin)-

[Verse 2]

I don't like to boast but they ain't touchin' the flow (nope)

() Therapy so put errything in this cone

My only fear is marriage she scared of bein alone

She settle for this bread so therein should be a trophy

I'mma prolly marry somebody already familiar

VH1 10 and I'm not thinkin about these ()

Can do without opinions

Another brother caught up in the business

Had that lock since I lost my scholarship

I been gettin it to my old coach and ballin

Rose gold was forty Know these (niggas) recordin

Make (niggas) grab the forty

See me I thought money would change it it got worse

But its alot better than screamin "who got work?" (who got work?)

I'm openin it from back to packin out 9:30

I never sold crack when crack rappin was workin

With that fact its back packin and murkin

Gettin that Bobby Heenan while you Mr. Perfect

[Hook]

( Folarin the genius)

(I told you this that new black soul (woo))

(We ain't posed to never ha-

(We ain't posed to never have )

Heaven’s Afternoon Lyrics – Wale Featuring: Meek Mill

 [Intro]

In the grand scheme of things

We never were supposed to have shit

Born to lose, built to win

Folarin

Let's get it in

[Hook]

We ain't supposed to never have nothing

We ain't supposed to never have shit

See the growth in my rhymes

See my focus ain't on them

Nah, at the top is just us, right

Let's get it

[Verse 1]

PRPs or some dunks you ain't on

Givenchy, but no kilt, mi amor

We can't leave, for we love the allure

Hold mine down and stay above what you on

On, I'm appeased and obliged

Scorpio freaks quantity Gemini

I'mma need me a light

Ridin' through the cap, Cap STEEZ on the mind

I ain't know him but I wish I did

Each one, teach one, may the youth live

On that, Joey Bad please hold your head

Lost one last summer, livin' ain't fair

While them niggas scared, we forever here

Hate to see you smile, money everywhere

Dream killers out, I see them in the rear

Before I put them in a song, put them in a prayer

Amen

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Yeah, I'm focused, it's Folarin here

I reckon your barbershop talk of this

Heavenly father, may the spirit of God

Help whoever at odds get your guidance quick

All we need Keisha, all we need Becky

All we need is God, and fed free fetti

My little buddy look strong, young nigga peddle

He ain't make it in the leagues, so the streets wet him

Gettin' wet up on the corner in whatever weather

Before see the jail again, he gonna see the devil

Been a week since he seen his mother

And 18 since he seen the other

I'mma pray for him

It's safe to say, he got some pain within

It ain't too much that I can say to him

Cause my bank statement don't relate to him

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

I was so fresh, so clean when I stepped on that scene

Pulled up Aston Martin, you could ask them ya'll seen

When I came through this bitch

Paper tagging on lean

Baddest bitch in the game

Nigga that was ya'll dream

Hold up, let me get a feel

Like Jack say hold up

I don't feel these niggas, nah

Hey Wallace

[Verse 4: Wale]

Yap, what's the problem? I'm focused

I'm Kobe, I kill these niggas

I ain't scared of these niggas

Getting higher than Shaquille O'Neal's field goal percentage

Yeah me nigga

Till the brokest nigga with got a mill plus interest

Meek keep living

Get em

[Verse 5: Meek Mill]

When I was dead broke used to always tell myself I'mma still be the shit

'Til my P.O she locked me up

I'mma do the time come home and still be this rich

Still see the bricks, I'mma still be a Mitch

Got these RICO shit tryna kill me and shit

Hol' up, tryna kill me and shit

Let me get the flow back, I was killing this shit

We was killing them strips, drop heads -- no ceiling shit

Ain't talking 'bout Wayne, bitch I'm talking them things

300 and change got a million in whips

Nigga

[Hook]

[Outro]

Started from the bottom nigga

But now we grinding till the law come get us

For the money and them commas nigga

But can't forget about vagina nigga

Started from that bottom nigga

But now I got it it's a problem nigga

For that money and them dollars nigga

And I ain’t rich but I'm still shining nigga

I'm still shining nigga

I'm still shining nigga

Shining nigga

We still shining nigga

Shining nigga

We still shining nigga

Shining nigga

Let me shine my nigga

Golden Salvation Lyrics - Wale

 [Intro]

Pray

Praises

Give thanks

To the Fada

Holy Water

Jesus piece

But don't nobody wanna know Jesus' peace, no

[Verse 1]

Niggas use me to shine

I been helpin you stunt

Look why these rapping dudes ain't hit me in months

I don't ask for too much

Covered in VVS's

Women gon play ya closer

And them hungry jokers gon try test ya

Now they bumping your record

Ya confidence through the roof

Still ya show no respect kid

The good book said pray

But you so stuck in your ways

You got my image appraised

Why you sinning out waiting

Fornicating with women I sat right there on your table

Don't bow your head for grace

Though I'm keeping you graceful

Brothers was born to cheat

Though I question who faithful

Fast for me nope

Blasphemy though

Rap to it so racks up

To match up with me froze

How can a diamond supersede my wisdom

I seen a reverend with five of me as he read his scripture

This is bible readings to people with malice intentions

You silly get wits seen ahki with crucifix pendent

With a Cuban attached

On a secular scene

I died for you all

Now niggas die over me

[Hook]

Jesus piece Jesus piece Jesus piece

But don't nobody want know Jesus peace

Jesus piece Jesus piece Jesus piece

But don't nobody want know Jesus peace

[Verse 2]

Sierra Leone diamonds

LA to New York got em'?

If nobody stores have me

Some probably would know about me

All over paparazzi

Shout out to Murakami

See they commercialize me

I'm sure there will be more robberies

Work

New chain swag get you crew laid fast

Or laid down or not a ticket next to dad

And the bible told you wait on my arrival

But patience was your problem

So get Jacob to come find me

And religion is a style if not

Then why this shit a quarter mil

No fugazi see Jacob tell you that ish real

Hallelujah the things you do to be the manure

You never thank me at shows but you keep me on tour

Sunday services pastor is the wealthy ones working it

Preaching Armageddon while collection plates been circling the room

Fears but a tool

And Gospel gone commercial pray the purpose isn't cruel

And the workers in the pulpit want they blessings to improve

And they stone me on the cross and niggas stone me for the ooh's

And the ahh's foolish

What am I who are ya

I'm coming down from the sky cause niggas keep praying to shine

Look

Amen

[Outro]

For the price of fame

What would you do to have em' say your name

See I promise I would never cop another chain but the arms spent on these VS

Got me in that complex page

For the price of fame

When that Bugatti drop my accountant stop me for a second and said not today not today

For the price of fame

For the price of fame

What would you do to have em' say your name

It is such a shame

Vanity Lyrics - Wale

How awesome is this narcissism?

You save your hard earnings to pay for these nigga's opinions

[Hook: Wale]

Now look at me, look at me

How much vanity do you see

Now look at me, look at me

How much vanity do you see

[Verse 1]

I said it ain’t on me so I need more bottles

Okay these lames gon' see that a nigga ball harder

See I got it to a T cause my T cost dollars

Still my chain so big can’t pop my collar

Cold stunna,

Rose-gold for something

Call Coor's where the ???

Club jumping

And its like I got a black heart

Ever since I swiped that black card

And I gave that shit ???

Let these niggas know we in the building

Because I spend these ??? bills

Tryna give me all their feelings

[Hook: Gary Jules]

All around me are familiar faces

Worn out places, worn out faces

Bright and early for the daily races

Going nowhere, going nowhere

Went to school and I was very nervous

No one knew me, no one knew me

Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson

Look right through me, look right through me

[Hook]

Now look at me, look at me

How much vanity do you see

Now look at me, look at me

How much vanity do you see

Now look at me, look at me

How much vanity do you see

Now look at me, look at me

How much vanity do you see

[Verse 2]

Now look at me, look at me,

How much vanity do you see?

Ya ain't pay up for no pussy but you pay for what she see

M.O.B., M.O.B.

Yes, as far as I can see

But these broads jocking me is validating my conceit

Obviously show you rare

Don't you wonder why she hit

Open bottles, open convos, open wallets, open legs

Open cleavage, open eyes, open wide, open thighs

Oh be have

My old school got more vroom than your new ride

Look at me, look at me

Now he creeping up the street

Got a thousand on that V, got you stunting on a G

Ran, damn, plan, scheme

Just to show you that he got it till they ???

Watch them plot it while they watching

???

Niggas dying over process, Bitches dying for attention,

Niggas drop it just to plop em

Is it really that important, is it really that serious?

???

[Hook: Gary Jules]

All around me are familiar faces

Worn out places, worn out faces

Bright and early for the daily races

Going nowhere, going nowhere

Went to school and I was very nervous

No one knew me, no one knew me

Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson

Look right through me, look right through me

[Hook: Wale]

Now look at me, look at me

How much vanity do you see

Now look at me, look at me

How much vanity do you see

Now look at me, look at me

How much vanity do you see

Now look at me, look at me

How much vanity do you see

[Outro]

Clappers Lyrics – Wale Feat. Juicy J & Nicki Minaj

 [Intro:]

Shawty got a big ol' butt

Bounce

Bounce

Bounce

Bounce

[Hook: Wale]

Clappers to the front, front, front, front

Clappers to the front, front, front, front

Shawty got a big ol' butt

Oh Yeah!!!

[Verse 1: Wale]

Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool - I put the city on

Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool - then I put my niggas on

Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool - I ain't gotta say too much

It's rap anticipation keeping radiant stadium

Rap fool, see that from a block away

I ain't pessimistic but I dropped a couple not today

OOOOH - Bet she call you not today

I told 'em all my lot is out

I know the thing like scarlatine

Ooooh - I wonder if she shot up

I just know her favorite song is "Started from the Bottom"

And I ain't hating mama, fact I wanna take your number

Said you save yo bread from Magic something happened then went Wala!

[Hook: Wale]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

Shawty come shake that ass for me

Let a trippy nigga see what you working with

Can you clap that ass, do a handstand, girl

Make you do a wiggle, do a perfect split

She got the fattest ass, she got the perfect tits

I wanna get some head, come on work your lips

I'm high in the clouds ain't coming down

I'm so turned up I can't find the ground

Supersonic nigga got me smoking weed by the pound

Make it flip [?]

Juicy got chips like Frito-Lay

And im fucking these chicks out of D.O.A.

I'm so dopeboy fresh that you think that I' selling blow tape

Your chick to be, I be a getting her pregnant in her throat

[Bridge: Juicy J]

Shawty bust it open for me, I might throw this cash

Shawty throw that ass like a Hail Mary pass

I'm fucking me a new chick every night

Make that ass clap, I don't care about that cellulite

[Hook: Wale]

[Verse 3: Wale]

Clappers to the front, got a backwood full of skunk

Got a white boy with the funnel gentrifying, that's whats up!

Clappers to the front, got a ? full of scum

Now she finna bust it loose, screaming rest in peace to Chuck

It's that DMV, at the KOD

And I can CC you these CC's

But don't be OC

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]

Shout out to that cellulite

Got a real bad bitch that will sex you right

Got another bad bitch who set you right

Got a couple hoodrats on Section 8

Make a nigga cum, don't procrastinate

Ass saw a 5-0 come crack the case

Got ass for days, come activate

This ass on fire evacuate

Throw that ass in the air, evaporate

Where your money little bitch? Evaluate

If you got big money elaborate

I'mma shake this ass 'till I graduate

[Hook: Wale]

Bad (Remix) Lyrics - Wale Featuring: Rihanna

 [Intro: Wale]

I heard about you

You heard about me?

Haha, yeah, Wal, haha

Cause I had some issues

Wal, haha, back at ya, bad girl

[Hook: Rihanna]

Is it bad that (wal) I never made love, no I never did it

But I sure know how to fuck

I'll be your bad girl (wal), I'll prove it to you

I can't promise that I'll be good to you

Cause I had some issues (wal), I won't commit

No, not having it

But at least I can admit that I'll be bad noooooo to you (to you)

Yeah, I'll be good in bed, but I'll be bad to you

Bad that I never made love, no I never did it

But I sure know how to fuck

[Verse 1: Wale & Rihanna]

Hold up

Bad girls ain't no good, and the good girls ain't no fun

Look (And the bad girls want a real nigga)

Yeah, cause real niggas just want (haaaaa)

So it seems that we caught up in the wrong thing

Got a thing for a queen who don't wanna leave

You got a (thing for a king, but you ain't a king)

Seems like the ones who wrong never got a ring

And I can see that you're (bad, no to you)

In the literal sense, I mean the physical sense

I mean the, oops, wait, let me give me a second

I need a minute to vent, I'm only telling you that

I heard you (bad girl)

And I'm tellin' you I could believe that

Not the type of fella to yell or be gettin' jealous

But we talkin' 'bout game, Wale got the league pass

We at that bed, floor, couch, hold up

(Loud pack boy, roll up)

You know what's up? (Wassup?)

Forget it, cause you know the bad girls always unapologetic

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wale & Rihanna]

She hurt feelings, she ain't wrong

She work hard, she play harder

Got a smart mouth, like a speed fly

She don't catch feelings she too busy catching G5

She no saint, 'cept Saint Laurent

Gone blaze up, take the wheel Jah

And Rhianna got these women in they River's Island

I'm just tryin' to take a dip ya (splashhhh)

Never did terrible bullshit ya

Enough with concerns, she try and live it up

No more sucker for love, she probably duck it because

You try to follow your gut feeling you get lost

(Cause I've had some issues) Yeah and I noticed it

You got the coldest corazon, but warmer skin

You froze with it, you try and play Sub Zero I be Scorpion

Pshh get over here today

Smellin' like Jean Paul, got the ye

Got about three friends, she don't even tweet them

Ain't no IG, but she follow K

And we at that bed, floor, couch, hold up

(Loud pack boy, roll up)

You know what's up? (Wassup?)

Forget it, cause you know the bad bitches always unapologetic

[Hook]

Tired Of Dreaming Lyrics – Wale ft. Ne-Yo & Rick Ross

{M-M-M-Maybach Music}

[Hook: Ne-Yo]

Get out of my head, get into my bed

Come to me now, I'm tired of dreaming about you, baby

{*harmonizing*}

Ooh, get out of my head, get into my bed

Come to me now, I'm tired of dreaming about you, baby

{*harmonizing*}

[Wale]

Fame has made me more foolish, uh

What would you do with all these lusty groupies? Uh

And I know that God has made me only human, uh

But I'd like to take the time to describe to y'all my favorite woman

Look... teeth, white and bright and still talk to me like we back home

And the weed? That's optional cause my only concern's that her head's strong

And her feet? Let's see; course you know I like them clean

And I can understand a little bruise, you've been running through a nigga's mind all damn week

And no, I won't OD, you'll get D, young as 19

I believe age is for math, all I need is chemistry, yeah

The shawty be the glory - until my dream real

And I like a good story, I bet she got a mean tail

[Interlude: Ne-Yo]

Your little attitude, and the way you make your moves

Baby, it's just hella cute, baby...

Girl, I've been lookin' for you cause of the things we do

In my dreams, how I be makin' you scream; I wake up like...

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]

HUH! {Maybach Music}

When I look in your soul, all I see is the gold

Her beauty is blinding, she's in total control

Her emotions at peace, let's walk the shoreline

Statuesque as can be, we're spending more time

Sky-dweller moving counter-clockwise

A perfect 10, I'm watching you through God's eyes

Bonita Applebaum - my strawberry letter

Love Potion #9, this shit's a gifted era

If this is wrong, you my co-defendant

As we plead guilty to this life sentence

Choosy lovers - she my block goddess

I love the realist - rock solid

[Interlude] + [Hook]

{M-M-M-Maybach Music}

Rotation Lyrics- Wale ft. 2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa Produced By: Alexander Matthew Lipinski & Travis Scott

 [Hook: Wale]

Trying to stay in my zone

Watching enemies close

They be doing the most

So I go through the motions

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

Good head is my motivation

Gas her up like a service station

Purple drank on you perpetratin'

While you perpetrating, I'm renegotiatin'

Ah, let me think about it

Ah, it's like a bank around me

When the soldiers with me it's like a tank around me

And I don't like niggas saying "cain't" around me

I define the odds, 2 Glock nines is my body guards

Ain't nothing slick to a can of oil

Roll up, I'm high as fuck

Some of you niggas ain't try enough

Some of you niggas ain't buy enough

You smoking good, put your lighters up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

A nigga like me don't smoke blunts so I keep those joints in rotation

Bad bitches calling the radio, keep my joints in rotation

Keep throwing money on her ass, she keep that joint in rotation

First I'm in a car and then another car, I keep them joints in rotation

And I'm hella faded - getting elevated

She give me them good brains - I'm getting well educated

Soon as them hoes see my car, they wanna jump right in

If you see my crib, you would think I was Malibu Ken

Pour a shot or two of gin, go and invite a few friends

We done tried a few things now you tryna move in

You ain't gotta dude and so I got a few fans

I'm a roll a few grams and follow through with the plan

Hold up

Pour some gin in her cup - she taking shots

Bend her down to the front - she taking shots

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wale]

One more to get my lungs warm

Two more to get me numb to it

Let me tell you niggas

Feel this, he'll realize

I gotta deodorize all the unsure

Made millions with Shawn Corey

Chief a lot, shout out Reese and them

Shout out, Gleesh and and Lil Meatchi

And peach Ciroc, can't see a nigga writing like an old sharpie

Like a nigga out the globe, with a nigga throwed

Like a cornerback in the flat, nigga in the zone

Like an ornament on a tree, home in the tree

How you gonna eat? Carnivores need beef

Well I need beats

Been doing this, been proving it

Now these niggas give it up like they do at Lent

I just be like "Yep!" then I get a rest

Haters trying to **** with me, give 'em nuts like a stewardess

[Bridge]

Ohhh, tryna stay in my zone

I ain't ready to go

And I thought I was on

'Til I seen Puffy Combs

[Verse 4: Wale]

Five blunts, nigga fired up

Nigga might slide off with y'all joint

I got some later joints, and now joints

I got emergency hoes, like firetrucks

You a wannabe clone, you never authentic

You never boss up, we never see y'all out

You be frontin' too hard, you ain't viagra

You just wanna be hard 'til you see all us

Ho

[Hook]

88 Lyrics – Wale

 [Intro]

Yeah

So it's on me

So it's on me

So it's on me

I copped threes for the whole team

So it's on me

I copped threes for the whole team

Now we at the top

MJ, 88, and I ain't ever gonna stop

[Verse 1: Wale]

Carolina blue kicks

Hottest nigga on your block

I ain't J.R. Rider but them wolves coming for my spot

From the percentage of youngins winning without no college

I'm in my Laneys but nothing JV about this balling

I lost my deal, got with Will he seen a nigga genius

My rapping skills is on Chapel Hill but you ain't see it

Eyes low, pyro

Grape swisher, my 5's on

My opposition decline slow

My J's straight out of China like baby Cairo

Shout out to Tyga but my squad Balenciaga

One of the rarest in flyest niggas to rep the chocolate

It was all a dream, it was all a dream

Never Michael Jeffrey in 17s, I'm staying with my team

No bullshit loyalty rare

And don't worry 'bout it shawty we here

[Hook]

So it's on me!

I copped threes for the whole team

Now we at the top

MJ, '88, and I ain't ever coming down

Work

So it's on me

I copped threes for the whole team

Now we at the top

MJ, '88 and I ain't ever comin down

Work

And the people say

And the people say

[Verse 2]

Groupies everywhere, I'm mentally prepared

I got a black and red joint, I bet they thinking bred

They tryna see me fail

Just know my thinking and my sneakers rare

Get that Chi-Town love, I'm in Leaders gear

Bet they got they pom-poms up

Soon as I see O'Hare Seven

I make a damn movie fooly

I been the dookie

These rappers is Sam Bowie to me

I was a Bowie student

It wasn't really nothing

That's why I kicked it and blew grass like Boise punter

This is no Space Jam

I'm out the globe stunting

I'm a one man band, I prolly Jordan 1 em

And all my singles golden

I will not forfeit, this my defining moment you know

Seven Eleven, yea I got 'em open

Eleven pair of 7s, they touching my rap touring

It was all a dream, it was all a dream

And when I'm 45, do it like I'm 23

And premature, tell me I'm wrong if a nigga swing I feel it jack

I was just waiting 'til the sixth ring

[Hook until end]

Bad Lyrics - Wale Featuring: Tiara Thomas

 [Intro: Wale]

Monogamy or whatever you call it

I'm starting to think it ain't for everybody

Most of us rushing into it anyways, you know what I'm saying

You ain't rushing for love, and I ain't up here to judge

Let's neglect the what if's and make it do what it does

Let's get it

[Hook: Tiara Thomas]

Is it bad that I never made love, no I never did it

But I sure know how to fuck

I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to you

I can't promise that I'll be good to you

Cause I had some issues, I won't commit

No, not having it

But at least I can admit that I'll be bad noooooo to you (to you)

Yeah, I'll be good in bed but I'll be bad to you

Bad that I never made love, no I never did it

But I sure know how to fuck

[Verse 1: Wale]

Lets get it

Bad girls ain't no good, and the good girls ain't no fun

And the hood girls want a smart nigga, college girls all want a thug

So it seems we fiend what we don't need

Got a thing for a queen who know when to leave

I ain't bout to judge you, don't judge me

You ain't gotta really sing about your rap sheet

Cause I heard you (bad nooo)

In the literal sense I mean that

Rough sex saying I love yah

But to kiss them is saying you mean that

I know I just be calling her mean ass

Oh the irony, got the bomb indeed

But the problem is it's probably a deep past

Still I'm feeling of something I need bad

Thinking if I get her, I get her to need this

I don't need emotions to open your deep sea

I conceive an ocean by going between legs

Beg, nope, bed, floor, dope

Go, for it, couch, now

Slow, mo-tion, around, put it down

Lord knows she was going for the morn, hold up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wale]

Let me tell you about, look

She hurt feelings, she break hearts

She stay quiet, she play smart

She take pride, in going out

Getting hollered at, and saying nah

She no saint, but she don't pose

She don't wear make up by the boat load

Riding through lake shore with the nose up

She don't really date much but it slows her up

She got haters, but we all do

Heard your winter time cold shawty fall through

Baby look at they approach, how they court you

All those minds games nevermind cause they all lose

In the physical sense I mean that

I ain't tryna kiss up, suck up, feed gas

I ain't like them nigga you sucking your teeth at, nope

Play big, trust me I'll humble your mean ass, look

Shawty is actually in prevent

Cause the one in front is working deep threat, yep

Bed, floor, couch, more

More, shower, Lord, perm

Done, love, nah

Called in the morning cell number wasn't on, goddamn

[Hook]

Black Heroes Lyrics - Wale

 (Black Heroes)

Now they sippity¸brothers kickin me everyday

Why thy fuckin plottin on mine? Touchin my 5 grades

A girl’s face, friend of mine say yea I came

They such a drag but they say it’s a nay nay

Stevie Wonder had them visual problems

It’s a wonder my 20-20’s can see tomorrow

You 20 something, those rockets jumpin like Vietnam

As mama be within me importantly grip tighter

Ain’t no hope for a young nigga

Ain’t no goals for a young nigga

Too short for a sport nigga

That be horrific, we glorifyin them drug dealers

Yea, so where yo keys at Playboy?

I sling high, purple leafs at a warp speed

Usain Bolt runnin from ready set bang go

Throw it out my face, nothing the bank doin

I paid for em, they layin more that I paid more

The X showin to sell your love, try to thank do it

I must influence some better music, let the hate show up

When ladies show up we make noise, that mechanic noise

Coke boys, just stay up on em, wants to get em open

Go and slaughter, haters trading thoughts with brain storms

We all existing for dreams whether music a ball

Wonder who in the song or simply pursuing them all

Just paint a picture, I’ll ignore the mission

Have my fun at district everything but monumental

I ain’t gotta mention all the little flaws

Where the stairs it’s the boys, ride on heart to follow politicians

And they marrying yo bro, yea I have Barry Saunders

Nother one that be gangster, put them dirty pads up

The mad route, try and get my pants off

The stash bright, I was mastering with the slam walk

Slide out, I ain’t right, double white offs

Is the rhyme got the whole city taking my row

Taking my row

Hey nigga that is my house

Black hero

Ain’t no black hero

Ain’t no hope for a young nigga

Ain’t no goals for a young nigga

Too short for a sport nigga

That be horrific, we glorifyin them drug dealers

Ain’t no goals for a young nigga

Too short for a sport nigga

That be horrific, we glorifyin them drug dealers

Ain’t no goals for a young nigga

Too short for a sport nigga

Say we all get

We all get aha

And we all and we all and we all

And we all get aha

And we all and we all and we all…

And I wrote this album without a care in the world

But the outcome as long as long it’s an out pour of em

Came out they downfall like an overblown round ball before my sound off

Or maybe this music will inspire a future mountain mover or two

And if I ever rush more music out to you

Then know that I’m overworking myself ‘cause my heart and mind into it

Ain’t been a black hero since Robert Townsend

So for meeting your man I hope you found something profound and enough to expand on before the sound falters

Ha ha, before the sound falters

(Outro About Nothing)

Yea, so yea, how come uh…

Yea, I came in to do the album

Right

I thought we’re doing the album today

How come? What happened?

When are we doing that?

Are we still doing that?

Do you wanna do it?

Album about nothing, when are we doing that?

I thought we were doing that

I just wanted to see if I can get you here

I’m here

I came here to do it

I don’t really have much for you right now

I don’t know what to do

Well when are you gonna have it?

When am I doing it?

I’m ready to do it right now

I wanna do it

I’m not too sure Jerry

Well who is sure? Who is in charge of this

This is Gifted, this is The Gifted session

This isn’t album about nothing, this is The Gifted session

Oh this is The Gifted session

Yea, for the album that I got now

Okay

Alright then I guess I’ll come back

Please

Simple Man Lyrics - Wale

 [Verse 1]

Ayo I’m goin places, Dior home lacin on occasions

And Lord gave me amazing thinking in short paces

Lay solo, forever flashy though I hate photos

Date four hoes, make her smile and make her moan though

Lady charmer put armor by your baby mama

I hate to say it a later moment I didn’t warn ya

High roller, big spender

And my intentions to keep her on the sack, you just saks fifth her

I’m that different, this cat can react mad pimpish

I gathered a couple hundred thousand, I can’t remember

They keep talkin and we keep winning

Why niggas never say capisce until police chalk em

Because of my bitch thats talkin, givin her head, the streets will follow

I come from a place where niggas my age ain't placed to see tomorrow

To each his own but each of them is known to steal or rob you

So chances over populated but know the seats in college

And those are the least of problems, I speak to God he says I’m alright

My visions funny, though 20-20’s my hindsight

Bad bitches with me, real niggas with me

Whole ghetto with me mixin kettle with the simply

Like the sweet anguish, find your peace baby

I know the millions you get come with a billion haters, yea

[Hook 1]

Forgive, I’m a rider

Sure I’m just a simple man

All I want is money, fuck the fame

I’m a simple man

Lawwwwd

[Hook 2]

You know that I’m a rider

Tell em just a simple man

All I want is money,fuck the fame

I’m a simple man

Lawwwwd

[Verse 2]

I’m pickin' apart, my wicked opponents

Get in my zone

Niggas can't join us, so, these niggas done cloned us

Look at me close, see the results you see a nigga a loner

Cause all of the bitches thats givin me grief also be given me bonus

Blow up in rap, young and you black

Niggas Be blowin your phone up

Whenever you don’t, least you a homie, ho

Adult from show cuz

If you get that, then roll up

If you get that, that’s no love

Every move you make they go left

Every chick you like done got kids

And forget that chick had brought friends

Every jay you hit you need vent

Every friend you got, got M.O's

I’m in a gang, even with a deep bitch

I’mma ball like small for a cold huh

Without the ate, where’d all the hate go?

Pockets thicker all my niggas, ain't the same though

I just came up, fuck is you sayin' though

Gave the business my heart, it just gave me the finger

Nigga, yeah

[Hook 1]

Forgive, I’m a rider

Sure I’m just a simple man

All I want is money, fuck the fame

I’m a simple man

Lawwwwd

[Hook 2]

You know that I’m a rider

Tell em just a simple man

All I want is money, fuck the fame

I’m a simple man

Lawwwwd

[Hook 1]

Forgive, I’m a rider

Sure I’m just a simple man

All I want is money, fuck the fame

I’m a simple man

Lawwwwd

[Hook 2]

You know that I’m a rider

Tell em just a simple man

All I want is money, fuck the fame

I’m a simple man

Lawwwwd

Bricks Lyrics – Wale Featuring: Lyfe Jennings & Yo Gotti

 [Intro: Wale]

From a brick to a stone, does a feign have a soul? (Ohhh, Ohh)

As a kid need a goal, the powder's made of gold (Ohhh, Ohh, Ohhhh)

[Bridge: Wale]

Getting blowed

Thinkin I'm so glad that I can't rap cause I can't move no dope

But I do know, a few niggas that did and a few niggas that still

And a few niggas that's through, are the few niggas that's dead..

[Verse 1: Wale]

So fuck a 9 to 5, they clockin and tryna to survive

Cop a brick and supply cause nobody offerin jobs

Bricks build, buildings build, houses build neighborhoods

Better ripped than turned into a baller or a Davis shirt

Understated to say it hurts, I was optimistic

Tryna see my gang and whippin' made me wish that I was flippin

This college went out of his dollar pension

Cause after 4 or 5 you don't have nothing but college tickets

[Hook: Lyfe Jennings/Wale]

But them niggas tryna hold my head and work this out (tryna work this out)

Countin numbers up in my head tryna build this house (tryna build this house)

Mama told me if I made my bed then I gotta lay down

But I never seem to keep these words all up out my mouth

Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas talkin bout

Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas talkin bout

Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas thinkin bout

Little niggas on the scene, ain't gotta dream it now

[Bridge:]

Studio getting blowed

Thinkin I'm so glad that I can't rap cause I can't move no dope

But I do know, a few niggas that did and a few niggas that still

And a few niggas that's through, are the few niggas that's dead..

[Verse 2:]

Look, little niggas will shoot you, they got nothing to say

Cause local celebrities only bout a brick away

If you still whip em he getting those from whippin yay

And you got no paper, you been so patient, come get some weight

Sneaker boxes, you can see your progress

And you weekend shoppin, show people no people problem

I can see the problem, you nigga don't have no conscience

Can't shoot, can't dribble, can't rap

Young nigga don't have no options

From a brick, to a stone, tryna feed for my homie

From the powder, turn to power, and the power turn to dough

Turning head with yo whip, Is it worth what you did?

If a brick is a brick from a brick you can build

From a brick to a stone, got a feign for a homie

Turn 2 into 4, turn reef to a home

Turn the powder, into power, and the power turn to hoes

If a brick is a brick, to a brick you can throw

Bricks x4

(It's only one way out)

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]

Nine years old, feds lookin for my moms

10 or 11, held my first gun

First time I heard bricks, I was thinking construction

Until my 'migo plug from Mexicó gave me my introduction (now)

16, gettin' them bricks for the 16

Course I'm rappin' bitch but now I'm wrappin' bricks for 16

I was 17 ridin in that Lexus on 20's

18 and 19 payin nothing over 20

And a thousand 8 grams divided by 4 is 2-52

If you know what that mean you noticed it now

And if you don't, learn how to divide nigga

I'm talkin' bricks, no jump shots

I call it work, no punch clocks!

[Hook: Lyfe Jennings]

But them niggas tryna hold my head and work this out

Countin numbers up in my head tryna build this house

Mama told me if I made my bed then I gotta lay down

But I never seem to keep these words all up out my mouth

[X2:]

Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas talkin bout

Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas talkin bout

Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas thinkin bout

Little niggas on the scene, ain't gotta dream it now