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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wale
Wale
Lead Vocals
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Programming
Dave Glass Animals
Dave Glass Animals
Programming
Jerry Seinfeld
Jerry Seinfeld
Spoken Word
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dacoury Natche
Dacoury Natche
Songwriter
Dave Bayley
Dave Bayley
Songwriter
Olubowale Akintimehin
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wale
Wale
Executive Producer
Jamie Peters
Jamie Peters
Assistant Engineer
Steven Felix
Steven Felix
Assistant Engineer
Marce Reazon
Marce Reazon
Recording Engineer
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
David Kutch
David Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Sean Tallman
Sean Tallman
Mixing Engineer
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Producer
Brandon Balsz
Brandon Balsz
Assistant Engineer
David Algernon Bayley
David Algernon Bayley
Producer

Lyrics

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 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
Writer(s): Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Dj Dahli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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