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• Legendary • | by Wale
Chopper the don with it, I wrote lyrics
They ainít grossing a million, liquid donít form an opinion
Iím sort of a genius, nothing short of a legend
Sort of Tommy Lasorda
The way Iím sorting these pitchers
Pitchers whatever, fuck it my speech is off
Weekend trip to wherever, only heaven is far
Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars
Jordan 4 seated floorside sittin with mobs
Only fear is mediocrity
Every time I got a beat I feel like I donít gotta sleep
You keep praying on your break, I hope you got a sling
Shot for all them shots coming out them beaks
Sort of like Socrates in I prada tee
You canít kick it, your pockets thinner than soccer tees
People fuckiní with me, they ainít fuckin with you
Lyrically sup hmm being generous too
I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room
Made some moves, now Iím known to spit December in June
Rented a coupe Ė cool Ė met me a chick
Always keep a rubber, word to telling your kids
If you gon do what you gon do, go handle your biz
Or smoke some purp take a Percocet and Xanax and chill
For real, you real then u donít need to say it
Itís something to be great, itís nothing to be famous..

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Fuck fame, fuck money
Fuck everything anyone can take from me
It ainít hard to make money
We young niggas, we just tryna be legendary

Zoning my 2nd bottle, focused still on tomorrow
ĎSo what thoughtsí keep me anxious, Moet goní keep me calmer
Poetry keep her honest, these readings Stevie could draw up
Donít see this deeper than music, donít hear it but feel the author
I donít hear no talking, we just hear them barking
And you know you run shit when they pay you good for walk-ins
Failure is not an option, success is just a process
Say ďyesĒ one time they use you, say ďnoĒ one time they plotting
Didnít make it through college, still debating my progress
End some friendships with homies, made some haters with albums
Limitations for cowards, this is Shay mixed with Malcolm
This is anti Mark McGuire it takes patience for power
Zoning my 6 -rillo legendaries forever
Roll a nigga that lala Ė thatís how I play the -mello
Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you
And I know my haters want to make my heart beat acapella
Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper
Cause I hella copped em so I could be way flyer than all them
I Aspire for awesome and require some flossing
Only way they gon listen, find it highly unfortunate
Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a Porsche
Tryna see if I get my critics as silent as auctions
I decided to boss up, lifeís a bitch and I caught her
Donít always fuck me good, Iím just too cheap to divorce her

Fuck fame, fuck money
Fuck everything anyone can take from me
It ainít hard to make money
We young niggas, we just tryna be legendary
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