Sean C - The Curse of the Gifted lyrics

[Intro] "Hold up, hold up, hold up, what the f**?" "What?" "This n***a got a motherf**ing statue?" "Who?" "This n***a Wale" "Wale? What the f** he ever done to get a statue?" "Who the f** this n***a think he is?" "Hey spray that sh**, spray that sh**" "Tag that sh**" "Hurry up, hurry up" "Yeah, f** a Wale, f** outta here" "f** outta here, man" "Wild-a** n***a" [Verse 1] Life's better when your n***as good, and your mama straight Though honestly still looking for some type of balance Cause the status got me jah tripping Cause I like my b**h, but I love these b**hes on my dick When spitting tell me what you feeling different knowing you's the bread winner And it's rare you hear n***as say he can't feel you But in your ears like he dope, just not dope enough And your closest homie probing you to open up And to do so you must roll one up And it's lonely at the top, they tell me that they feelin me I eat this game and sh** this out My dirty drawers got winning streaks I'm in too deep this industry, insane to a n***a Got change like them n***as, but ain't change like them n***a They only f** with my old sh** cause I'm on sh** But I was potent in '06, n***as slow as sh** Now my dreams is nothing more than minimal thoughts And my cheese gonna fluctuate, though, sleep is the cause And I'm tired though, and I'm high too But it's like my music made these n***as turn they pride to food Yea, ye ain't even gotta love us But you better respect this motherf**ing hustle, real n***a sh** [Hook] Satisfaction's for s**ers Satisfaction's for s**ers And ye don't even gotta love us But you will respect this motherf**in hustle, real n***a sh** [Verse 2] See life better when you know you real I know some n***as is winning but ain't been home in years Pray they not know the feeling, sitting on a couple million Sipping pretentious liquids Usually think money would heal it, funny, it's only trippin' If you were afloat, I bet you soak if you with 60 n***as So we keep that circle small and never let no squares near it 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 cousin Bola, be home in a minute yep My n***a's at the Rivers correctional, that's me in that vent They thought I wouldn't win in a crew full of trappers But I do, I f**ed 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 never ending battle Wit' whoever at the top and if that's you you who you tryna hit To top all my last sh**, it's all that I ask of 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 [Hook x2] [Outro] This is the story about the price of fame But the love for the dollar Is because they cannot change