The Curse Of The Gifted [explicit] Lyrics - Gifted - Wale

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 

The only shit on my old shit cuz I'm on shit 

But I was pumpin in '06 with the slow shit 

Now my dreams is nothing more than minimal thoughts 

Machine 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 motherfucker ah, you don't know shit 

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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 

See life better when you know you real 

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

Pray to 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 

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 

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 

This is the story about the price of fame 

But the love for the dollar 

Is because they cannot change