Released: February 16, 2010
Featuring: Memphis Bleek
Producer: 9th Wonder
[Hook: Mandrill Sample]
The sun is in the sky
But I refuse to smile
Still darkness lingers in my mind
[Verse 1: Wale]
How the fuck am I gonna smile?
See y'all niggas got the wrong guy
The box that I'm in isn't mine to be in
Must I remind you again?
The mind is an engine
My drive doesn't drive for intolerance
Because I'm more popular than bloggers and pirates
The ignorant downgrade me to average
But they don't even know half of the rapper
So they threw me in the skinny jeans crew
Because I rap about shit that the people really do
If i got Glocks poppin' at Picasso that proper
I'd rather rap about politics and Prada
Gucci and bitches, and hip-hop business
I don't gotta pass stones like fucked up kidneys
To make y'all listen, and get my vision
While the real niggas listen, the bitch niggas gon' whisper
B-grade rappers gasp like wind sprints
Whack rappers sound better when they dis skip
And look better with their wrists slit
Then, and only then will you motherfuckers see a grin
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]
Yep, I keep my head up
The only thing down is the top
A mean mug nigga cause the grind don't stop
Last week, my little homie got popped
And lord knows if the gun play law stopped
Fuck cops and politics
I'm into making hoods tight as shit
Now ain't that boutta' bitch?
Had a strong team, until the feds came
Peepin' down the week
Tote it all mang'
So what the fuck am I smiling 'bout?
This the shit here niggas on the island 'bout
And the foe building right now, wild'n out
So I don't wanna hear about how you Gucci'd out
Nigga, I'm bout' to pour about a hundred out
Out the bank, and bail all my niggas out
Fuck you think?
Get low
[Hook]
The sun is in the sky
But I refuse to smile
Still darkness lingers in my mind
[Verse 1: Wale]
How the fuck am I gonna smile?
See y'all niggas got the wrong guy
The box that I'm in isn't mine to be in
Must I remind you again?
The mind is an engine
My drive doesn't drive for intolerance
Because I'm more popular than bloggers and pirates
The ignorant downgrade me to average
But they don't even know half of the rapper
So they threw me in the skinny jeans crew
Because I rap about shit that the people really do
If i got Glocks poppin' at Picasso that proper
I'd rather rap about politics and Prada
Gucci and bitches, and hip-hop business
I don't gotta pass stones like fucked up kidneys
To make y'all listen, and get my vision
While the real niggas listen, the bitch niggas gon' whisper
B-grade rappers gasp like wind sprints
Whack rappers sound better when they dis skip
And look better with their wrists slit
Then, and only then will you motherfuckers see a grin
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]
Yep, I keep my head up
The only thing down is the top
A mean mug nigga cause the grind don't stop
Last week, my little homie got popped
And lord knows if the gun play law stopped
Fuck cops and politics
I'm into making hoods tight as shit
Now ain't that boutta' bitch?
Had a strong team, until the feds came
Peepin' down the week
Tote it all mang'
So what the fuck am I smiling 'bout?
This the shit here niggas on the island 'bout
And the foe building right now, wild'n out
So I don't wanna hear about how you Gucci'd out
Nigga, I'm bout' to pour about a hundred out
Out the bank, and bail all my niggas out
Fuck you think?
Get low
[Hook]
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