Wale - Mama Told Me Lyrics:
[Chorus] X2
Mama told me there`d be days like this
But I ain`t never ever think there`d be a day like this
Not now not ever, and now until forever you will never need another
[Verse 1]
Look
Sorry hip-hop, it took me so long to get on but so long that I`m on it
It`s on!
I`m rapping for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile
Showing mama I ain`t dropped out for nothing!
I swear these dollars going to add up
And I ain`t shallow, material things suppress bad luck
That`s why I shine like I does
It`s pain in my eyes but these East Saints blind you to look
Binded between
Carrying the flag for an area that drag, whoever tried to gravitate
G told me it`s a city full of crimes
I`m feeling like a platter at Philips when I rap
As much as I wanted to be minusculed the fact is
They`d only be happy with a minstrel actor
Sorry Mr. Charlie won`t chap dance
And f**k the radio for telling me to snap jam
I`m just expecting the spectator`s respect here
My net is from jet setters to cab fares
Hip-hop`s unbalances got out of hand
Ain`t have to seesaw, I`m already scared
I been called to every parent that guide us
Not D.C. this whole f**king genre
And I ain`t in it for them O`s or them commas
But more or less the hope for dope ni**as to prosper
Yes Sir
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
The future is now
I lead on record`s dedication for making better music is now
Dope ni**as locked out, four year rap drought
It`s raining now, and somehow the fugitive`s out
I would invest in a poncho
Because I ain`t finna punch out like Glass Joe
I`ma go until my arm`s sore, f**k it!
I go until my forty millionth encore
Hip-hop`s dead, yeah that`s what Nas said to me
I guess that`s hip-hop heads on salary
We`ve had the tables, on them record labels
Who`s next to release? We guillotine them
Ni**as bragging but
Everybody stagnant
Everybody broke except the ni**a on the track
And mama why you throw away my drums?
A hundred for a deal, they made a hundred on the song
Ni**a I`m a hundred miles far, I`m feeling Chris Child`s
You looking like Kobe Bryant y`all
It`s lonely at the top so I waited, but ain`t nobody take it
Now I`m playing solitaire patient
Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus
See me as blasphemous for I don`t need them
God give me strength, Allah give me patience
I am only a man and I don`t know what to think
[Chorus]
Mama told me there`d be days like this
But I ain`t never ever think there`d be a day like this
Not now not ever, and now until forever you will never need another
[Verse 1]
Look
Sorry hip-hop, it took me so long to get on but so long that I`m on it
It`s on!
I`m rapping for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile
Showing mama I ain`t dropped out for nothing!
I swear these dollars going to add up
And I ain`t shallow, material things suppress bad luck
That`s why I shine like I does
It`s pain in my eyes but these East Saints blind you to look
Binded between
Carrying the flag for an area that drag, whoever tried to gravitate
G told me it`s a city full of crimes
I`m feeling like a platter at Philips when I rap
As much as I wanted to be minusculed the fact is
They`d only be happy with a minstrel actor
Sorry Mr. Charlie won`t chap dance
And f**k the radio for telling me to snap jam
I`m just expecting the spectator`s respect here
My net is from jet setters to cab fares
Hip-hop`s unbalances got out of hand
Ain`t have to seesaw, I`m already scared
I been called to every parent that guide us
Not D.C. this whole f**king genre
And I ain`t in it for them O`s or them commas
But more or less the hope for dope ni**as to prosper
Yes Sir
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
The future is now
I lead on record`s dedication for making better music is now
Dope ni**as locked out, four year rap drought
It`s raining now, and somehow the fugitive`s out
I would invest in a poncho
Because I ain`t finna punch out like Glass Joe
I`ma go until my arm`s sore, f**k it!
I go until my forty millionth encore
Hip-hop`s dead, yeah that`s what Nas said to me
I guess that`s hip-hop heads on salary
We`ve had the tables, on them record labels
Who`s next to release? We guillotine them
Ni**as bragging but
Everybody stagnant
Everybody broke except the ni**a on the track
And mama why you throw away my drums?
A hundred for a deal, they made a hundred on the song
Ni**a I`m a hundred miles far, I`m feeling Chris Child`s
You looking like Kobe Bryant y`all
It`s lonely at the top so I waited, but ain`t nobody take it
Now I`m playing solitaire patient
Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus
See me as blasphemous for I don`t need them
God give me strength, Allah give me patience
I am only a man and I don`t know what to think
[Chorus]