Meek Mill - Black Grammys lyrics

[Produced by Tone P] [Intro: 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 [Hook: Wale] Folarin in this ma'f**a I'm just talking to you ma'f**as If I don't make you n***as proud Then this should never be allowed [Verse 1: Wale] Look, misunderstood, just over heads Just in your ears, although you deaf k**ing my fitteds with no intent, I groom better Like I'm under a goal post, I am too official Extra point n***a, I forever kick it As far as lyrics I'm quite content with celibate living Wittingly unf**wittable with these syllables And f** your syllabi, lil n***a 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 sh** Brown women, brown liquor, I'm innocent And all these b**hes 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 n***as prey on us" Dreams fulfilling they ain't capable of As I renovate a model but do raise up your cup Tell them n***as we never giving up And never lose us on this never ending revenue hunt [Interlude: Wale] Folarin in this motherf**er [Verse 2: 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a, I don't just do shows I don't just rhyme n***a, all I know is grind n***a [Verse 3: Rockie Fresh] I'm looking at the plan like this sh** might work But if it don't work then this sh** 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 n***as wanna buy shoes If it's money over b**hes, is it that hard to choose? Give these f** n***as some fame 9 times out of 10 they wouldn't even sustain You can tear they a** apart and let the p**y remain Until the industry f** '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 n***a don't be a statistic Have yo main b**h 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, n***a 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 b**hes, 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 [Verse 4: J. Cole] This verse never before rehearsed, it was wrote on site To slit a n***a 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 n***a we on the loose n***as 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 ma**euse Thoughts black, I should be in The Roots While y'all foulin', me I just shoot, Fallon, Jimmy, n***a Ask for it nice, now it's gimmie n***a Once poor now it's plenty, n***a Still want more, no Demi, n***a Serve n***as 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 n***a bound to be the greatest, this a helluva start Cole... World... n***a Double M-G, Dreamville sh** [Hook: Wale]