Black Grammys

Maybach Music Group

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    [Rick Ross]
    If Michael Jackson was alive right now
    He would want us to smoke one for him
    Double M, Self Made 3, let's go

    [Wale]
    Folarin in this ma'fucka
    I'm just talking to you ma'fuckas
    If I don't make you niggas proud
    Then this should never be allowed

    [Wale]
    Look, misunderstood, just over heads
    Just in your ears, although you deaf
    Killing my fitteds with no intent, I groom better
    Like I'm under a goal post, I am too official
    Extra point nigga, I forever kick it
    As far as lyrics I'm quite content with celibate living
    Wittingly unfuckwittable with these syllables
    And fuck your syllabi, lil nigga been to school
    The realest dude in the room in my groove
    And all my women come frequently as the summer's moon
    Keep talking 'bout ambition shit
    Brown women, brown liquor, I'm innocent
    And all these bitches don't know which body part they gon' pick
    Invite them to my mind but they end up on my dick, haha
    Reminiscing upon my man Slick
    We from the jungle, the grimiest animal a pig
    As-salamu alaykum though, try to hit the Jummah
    Muhammed said you faking, though
    Somebody said "you winning, why BOA pray so much?"
    I say "you tripping, such winnin make niggas prey on us"
    Dreams fulfilling they ain't capable of
    As I renovate a model but do raise up your cup
    Tell them niggas we never giving up
    And never lose us on this never ending revenue hunt

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    [Wale]
    Folarin in this motherfucker

    [Meek Mill]
    Uh, I did it for my family
    I'mma take my mama to the Grammy's
    And shoutout everybody that ever said that I can't be
    And show her everything that she taught done came in handy
    Yeah, everything fine and dandy
    Hurricane flow, dropped my album it was Sandy
    On another level so they couldn't understand me
    I guess I gotta take what I want like Meyer Lansky
    Shore is 'bout to get back, put your feet up and sit back
    Barely went gold but I got money just like I went plat
    You get that? Look like I went diamond where my wrist at
    I eat a nigga first four bars without a Kit Kat, pause
    Let me get that, aw, how you get that far
    Cause when I ran out of gas, I had to push that car
    And when I ran out of cash I had to push that hard
    Like Chris Paul when he push that ball, you dig?
    I ain't even used to look that far, you dig?
    I learned to hustle when I took that loss, I did
    18 when I took that charge
    Time to retire old niggas like they did Brett Favre, you dig?
    New flows and new hoes
    Now I'm switching Ferrari's just like I do clothes
    I run a business my nigga, I don't just do shows
    I don't just rhyme nigga, all I know is grind nigga

    [Rockie Fresh]
    I'm looking at the plan like this shit might work
    But if it don't work then this shit might hurt
    We made first and goal now we gotta convert
    Gotta get a couple mill, then go for dessert
    I'm tryna break the bank, I ain't breaking the news
    That negative attention be the reason we lose
    Instead of paying bills niggas wanna buy shoes
    If it's money over bitches, is it that hard to choose?
    Give these fuck niggas some fame
    9 times out of 10 they wouldn't even sustain
    You can tear they ass apart and let the pussy remain
    Until the industry fuck 'em and then they no one again
    I always been me, I was never ashamed
    I understand that no man's path is the same
    And when you not lying you’re even harder to tame
    If you ever tell the truth then you free in the game
    Nigga don’t be a statistic
    Have yo main bitch sending me pictures
    Feeling futuristic might buy me a Fisker
    Or a time machine to make the process quicker
    I ain't with the waiting but I stay patient
    I take work trips, I don't take vacations
    I'm headed to the top where I stay stationed
    Yeah, nigga I stay stationed
    And I ain't with the drama, don't look back for that
    The flow got more crack than the trap you at
    I'm done with bitter bitches, it's a wrap for that
    If you're a angry bird, it's an app for that
    I waited for a minute for this plan to hatch
    And now I'm back with a brand new batch
    Yeah, and it feel good when it go like that
    I spend quick and make the dough right back, uh

    [J. Cole]
    This verse never before rehearsed, it was wrote on site
    To slit a nigga throat on sight
    Took a whole lot of punches like the Cotto fight
    Cole World, zip your coat up tight, I put your soul on nice
    Illiterate, the boy don't write
    Never met a beat that the flow don't like, it's cold
    Young C.O.L.E. call me Neo
    And If I ain't the one I'm the prototype
    Woo, insane how I rhyme
    All I do is brainstorm then I rain down lines
    Shame y'all lying, me I'm the truth
    Dog eat dog world nigga we on the loose
    Niggas don't wanna hang, I'm the tree, I'm the noose
    You lil pups couldn't pee on my roots
    Touch the people, oh, I could be a masseuse
    Thoughts black, I should be in The Roots
    While y'all foulin', me I just shoot, Fallon, Jimmy, nigga
    Ask for it nice, now it's gimmie nigga
    Once poor now it's plenty, nigga
    Still want more, no Demi, nigga
    Serve niggas quick like Denny's
    Got pennies for my thoughts, now look what I done bought
    Did the most with what I was taught
    A Carolina nigga bound to be the greatest, this a helluva start

    Cole... World... nigga
    Double M-G, Dreamville shit

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