The Middle Finger Lyrics - The Album About Nothing - Wale

Now, one of the services you provide is giving them something to talk about. Let 'em talk. It makes 'em happy, it makes 'em feel good. They don't believe half the shit they say. People wanna talk. Yeah, it's fun to talk 

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 

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Society, I trip 'em 

Aye well look now 

I got to be the realest 

Aye well look now 

Society, I trip 'em 

Aye well look now 

Should follow no nigga 

Just the god inside of my mirror 

Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now) 

Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now) 

Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now) 

Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now) 

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 Graystone