เนื้อเพลง The Curse of The Gifted - Wale

[Verse 1:]
Life's better when your n*ggas good, and your mama straight
I'm honestly still looking for some type of balance
Cuz the status got me jah tripping
Cuz I like my b*tch, but I love these b*tches on my d*ck
When spitting tell me what you feeling different knowing you's the bread winner
And it's rare you hear n*ggas say they can't feel you
But in your ears like he dope, just not dope enough
And the closest ho would be probin you to open up
And to do so you must roll one up
And it's lonely at the top
They say me that they feelin me
I eat this game and sh*t this out
My dirty draws got winning streaks
I'm in too deep, this industry is sayin to a n*gga
Got change like them, just but ain't changed like them n*gga n*gga
The only sh*t on my old sh*t cuz I'm on sh*t
But I was pumpin in '06 with the slow sh*t
Now my dreams is nothing more than minimal thoughts
Machine gon fluctuate those speakers to God
And I'm tired though
And I'm high too
But it's like my music made these n*ggas turn they pride to fool
Yea, yall don't even gotta love us
But you better respect this motherf*cker ah, you don't know sh*t

[Hook:]
Satisfaction's for s*ckers
Satisfaction's for s*ckers
And yall don't even gotta love us
But you will respect this motherf*ckin hustle, real sh*t

[Verse 2:]
See life better when you know you real
I know some n*ggas is winnin but ain't been home in years
Pray to not know the feeling, sitting on a couple million
Sipping pretentious liquids
Ease with they money when hella finding is on the trippin
Like you were flowed I bet yourself that you worth 60 mill
So we keep that circle small and never let no squares in there
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 girls in Bola, be home in a minute yep
My n*gga's at the rivers correctional, that's me in that vent
They thought I wasn't winning, the crew full of troubles
But I do, I f*cked 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 neverending battle
Well whoever at the top and if that's you you who you tryna hear
The top of my last sh*t, it's all that I ask er
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