WALE - Winter Schemes lyrics

rate me

I gotta ask Jake One for the beat though

I don't know if he'll be cool with letting know

I don't know man it's really some album shit

Takin it up?

[J. Cole:]

Yeah winter schemes for my summer dreams

Winning seems to become routine, it's my thing

Underdog, never under y’all

I touch down in your city like a hundred yard

Dash, never punt at all

Last thing I need is four downs

My baddest just graduated from Georgetown

Grad school, cause a nigga like em grown up

I’m seeing rappers in the gym trying to tone up

I've seen rappers on the road, no one showing up

I feel partially to blame let me own up

I'm sorry, brand new Ferrari, really though I’m just frontin

I really don’t mind discussin

That Bugatti in that Beyonce video was just for stuntin

Scared to mash the gas

Cause if i fucked around and crashed

That would have been my ass

That whip is 'bout a million cash (million cash?)

And dog I just got rich

How you gonna take a million from me,dog? I just got this

Came a long way from that weak ass advance

Was in the Honda on that LIE passing fast

Wasn't about the money then cause he had the chance

Built it from the ground up, no hit singles

Just a lot of f*cking gifts, nigga, no Kris Kringle

Cole

I'm the reason that your old bitch single

Gave her dick made her whole shit tingle ya won’t feel me?

Born Sinner got this diamond chain gon' heal me

Lord let me kill the game and pray the game don't kill me

More time before I die bitch believe that

These rappers rich as f*ck but don't know where their .. that

It's a shame, niggas lame, this is fame for ya

I gotta be the only one that didn't change for ya

I saw ya sortin through trash and brought change for ya

Open up their lane, do I gotta say names for ya?

And I ain't even flexin

Plottin on that Warm Up 2, I'm just stretchin

Fourth quarter, so much due but f*ck stressin

I just step into the ring and do my mothaf*ckin thing (my mothaf*ckin thing)

Fourth quarter, so much due but f*ck stressin

I just step into the ring and do my mothafuckin thing (my mothaf*ckin thing)

Wale kill these niggas man

[Wale:]

Uhh uhh Wooooo!

Gifted

Ya! Spring greening but I'm winter frigid

And with this summer album got me booking all them bitches

Until I'm .. with bitches, my parking garage official

Boy I play with foreigns and I feel just like..

God-given talent, mama gave me passion,

Got me, a Rihanna feature, ya'll should see my demographic

Copy us, dap me up, rapping niggas done got me f*cked

Half these niggas is carbon copy, faking a nigga would be redundant right?

I'm tryna shed a bunch a light

In a country where niggas follow models and hype

You know, trends and that shit,

Niggas wearing leather down in a 110

Just a classic-ass nigga rapping circles 'round these squares, out of shape, and I ain't tripping

Shoe game prolific, this Hublot a ticket, that's right

Simmons piece Richard Simmons, go Google their differences out

Maneuver the industry, few is against me, I ride

With shooters but truthfully, tryna get loot out of Disney, I'm high

I'm tripping, I'm fried, forgive me, that's right, you with me

A cold world if I ain't slide by your chimney, we gifted

Tryna distribute what Allah has given me, listen

But some of the bars are synagogues to a godless opinion

And dig it, .. terms, man these lames can't contain these words

New slaves we were, we were shut down, we were not proud for those things we stood

'Till we bust out, then bust down on that chain, we good

New black soul, new black soul, new black soul

Ain't toot my horn but I'm the new ..

This bitch a toot-toot with a 2Pac flow,

You niggas think too slow, you Pikachu but I'm Picasso

Peep how I do it, gotta deep mind so I free my quotes

Peep my approach, I'm thinking more like Lea on coke

Come see my show, this shit look like that door knob broke

There's hoes and hoes, and I'm sure I'm bout to know like four

You P-Myers replace me in that four-five show

And I'm just saying if I don't make it I'll still feed my folks

Still I keep shit real, I ain't never been a sucker though

Gold albums, on my 'Bron games, fucking stupid

And I'll fucking do it, new legend shit got me juiced

Whoever got problems with Folarin come find me, pursue it

Remind you of a time there was knowledge in music

And I do it for the niggas they promise the future

New black soul, new black soul, new black soul

And any bitch that got me twisted only grew my fro

Ha, and it's like that, right? Right?

And it's like that, right? Right?

Uh, uh, Gifted!