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wale - bricks lyrics

[intro: wale]
from a brick, to a stone, does a fiend, have a soul?
oh, oh
does a kid, need a goal, if the powder’s, made of gold?
oh, oh, oh, oh

[verse 1: wale]
getting blowed
thinkin i’m so glad that i can rap cause i couldn’t move no dope
but i do know, a few n-ggas that did, and a few n-ggas that still
and the few n-ggas that’s through, are the few n-ggas that’s dead
so f-ck a 9 to 5, they clockin’ and tryna survive
cop a brick and supply cause n0body offering jobs
bricks build buildings, build houses, build neighborhoods
but a brick done turned a n-gga to a baller or a dated shirt
understated to say it hurts, i was optimistic
’til i seen my youngin’ whippin’, made me wish that i was flippin’
f-ck this college when n-ggas out here just dollar pitchin’
cause after 4 or 5, you don’t got nothing but college tickets
bricks

[hook: lyfe jennings & wale]
been a minute tryna hold my head and work this out
tryna work this out
counting numbers up in my head tryna build this house
tryna build this house
mama told me if i make my bed then i gotta lay down
tryna build this house
but i never seem to keep these words all up out my mouth
it’s only one way out
bricks, it’s all them n-ggas talkin bout
bricks, it’s all them n-ggas talkin bout
bricks, it’s all them n-ggas thinkin bout
little n-ggas on the scene ain’t gotta dream it now

[verse 2: wale]
studio getting blowed
thinkin i’m so glad that i can rap cause i can’t move no dope
but i do know, a few n-ggas that did, and a few n-ggas that still
and the few n-ggas that’s through, are the few n-ggas that’s dead
look, little n-ggas’ll shoot you, they got nothing to say
cause local celebrities only bout a brick away
n-ggas used to whip em he getting those from whippin yay
and you got no paper, you been so patient, come get some weight
sneaker boxes, you can see your progress
and you weekend shopping, show people your people poppin
i can see the problem, you n-gga don’t lack no conscience
can’t shoot, can’t dribble, can’t rap, young n-gga don’t got no options
from a brick, to a stone, turned a fiend, from a homie
when the powder, turn to power, and the power, turn to dough
turning head, with yo whip, is it worth, what you did?
if a brick, is a brick, through a brick, you can build
from a brick to a stone, make a fiend for a homie
turn a cheek on a foe, turn a reef to a home
turn the powder, into power, and the power, turn to hoes
if a brick is a brick, through a brick you can grow
build

[bridge: wale]
bricks, oh, oh, oh, oh
bricks, oh, oh, oh, oh
bricks, oh, oh, oh, oh
bricks, oh, oh, oh, oh
it’s only one way out

[verse 3: yo gotti]
9 years old, feds looking for my moms
10 or 11, held my first gun
first time i heard bricks, i was thinking construction
until my ‘migo plug from mexicó gave me my introduction
now 16, getting them bricks for the 16
was unwrapping bricks but now i’m rappin’ bricks for 16
i was 17 ridin’ in that lexus on 20’s
18 and 19 payin’ nothing over 20
and a thousand 8 grams divided by 4 is 252
if you know what that mean, you noticed it now
and if you don’t, learn how to divide n-gga
i’m talkin’ bricks, no jump shots
i’m talking work, no punch clock!
i’m yo gotti!

[outro: wale]
from a brick, to a stone, from the stone, to the shone
if it shone, in the hood, then you know, that you good
from the powder, to the crack, from the crack, to the slums
dealers, in the back, to the clappers, in the front

- wale lyrics

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