The Middle Finger
Wale Lyrics


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Hate to be the bearer of bad news
But I can't move with too many rap dudes
I respect dudes from my double M crew
But I'm just not that dude hanging on to who's who's and such
Cash rule for some, got room for none
Can't fool with niggas who put the rumors up
Wanted to quit, rap music sucks
But couldn't run a 4.2, so with you I'm stuck
Went in the booth, truth? the only tool I trust
And that's sayin' a lot, cause Pro Tools be stuck
You grindin' hot, they wanna be cool with yah
They're like consignment shops, they're old news to us

Society, I trip 'em
Aye well look now
I got to be the realest
Aye well look now
Society, I trip 'em
Aye well look now
Should follow no nigga
Just the god inside of my mirror
Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now)
Fuck you, leave me alone

Fightin' for my respect, receive it or nothin' else
Preachin' and geekin', I kinda think that I'm Malcolm X
MDMA in my juice, jaws tired and thru
Now I'm sweatin' cause the bitches, they perspired me to
Are you judgin' me now? Do you fuck with me now?
Miscarried my first child, ain't finna come out
Fuck the therapy route, where the syrup and loud?
Blue 30 come around, there's the smile
Opiated, could show up later with more elation
All my bitches say, "Take it easy, enjoy the paper"
Try to be with the people, see what I'm fightin'
Them inner demons, and how it was eatin' me while I be in Vegas
Yeah, life a gamble anyway jo
Pop a perc, I could merk through the pain though
Mind bills pilin' up, drop a single
Thrill's all gone when that mothafuckin' fame go
Ever seen a mix J Cole and Django?
Educated, shit, but he whip like he ain't though
Black bitches say my shit is so graceful
White bitches barely know me up in Graystone

Society, I trip 'em
Aye well look now
I got to be the realest
Aye well look now
Society, I trip 'em
Aye well look now
Should follow no nigga




Just the god inside of my mirror
Fuck you, leave me alone

Overall Meaning

In the lyrics to Wale's song "The Middle Finger," the artist expresses his frustration with the rap community, particularly those who put on false pretenses and spread rumors. While he respects and is loyal to his own crew, he cannot align himself with those who are solely motivated by cash and who try to be cool with anyone who is grinding hot. Instead, Wale identifies with those who seek to tell the truth, even when it's uncomfortable; he trusts only his own voice, as opposed to the editing software of Pro Tools. He also struggles with personal demons, including drug use and the miscarriage of his first child, but refuses to follow others blindly. Ultimately, he asserts his independence and tells his detractors to leave him alone.


Line by Line Meaning

Hate to be the bearer of bad news
I don't want to be the one to bring negativity, but...


But I can't move with too many rap dudes
I can't associate with too many rappers as it will restrain me from growth.


I respect dudes from my double M crew
I have high admiration for people from my organization, Maybach Music Group (MMG.)


But I'm just not that dude hanging on to who's who's and such
But I am not the type of person that needs to cling to others for popularity or status.


Cash rule for some, got room for none
Money is the priority for some people, but I have no place for them in my life.


Can't fool with niggas who put the rumors up
I can't spend time with people who spread rumors and lies.


Wanted to quit, rap music sucks
I almost gave up on my music career due to its negative aspects and challenges.


But couldn't run a 4.2, so with you I'm stuck
But since I can't run as fast as other people, I have to continue staying by and sticking with you.


Went in the booth, truth? the only tool I trust
I rely only on telling the truth, especially when creating music in the recording studio.


And that's sayin' a lot, cause Pro Tools be stuck
This speaks volumes because even the recording studio technology Pro Tools fails, yet I trust in the truth always.


You grindin' hot, they wanna be cool with yah
People will gravitate towards someone who's successful or winning at the time.


They're like consignment shops, they're old news to us
But they're nothing new to me, like how thrift stores aren't unique anymore.


Are you judgin' me now? Do you fuck with me now?
Are you now disapproving or do you still support or like me after hearing my music?


Miscarried my first child, ain't finna come out
I had a miscarriage with my first baby, and nothing will come out of it.


Fuck the therapy route, where the syrup and loud?
I don't believe in the benefits of therapy, but I want to take drugs and drink syrup and loud.


Blue 30 come around, there's the smile
When I take blue oxycodone pills, it makes me smile since it's euphoric.


Ever seen a mix J Cole and Django?
Have you ever seen anyone like me who's a combination of J. Cole and Django (fictional character)?


Educated, shit, but he whip like he ain't though
I may be educated, but I still hustle and move like someone who's not.


Black bitches say my shit is so graceful
Black women compliment my music as being smooth or elegant.


White bitches barely know me up in Graystone
White women barely recognize me when I'm at Graystone, a wealthy neighborhood.


Should follow no nigga, just the god inside of my mirror
I shouldn't follow anyone else but myself and listen to the voice within me that's a reflection of a higher power.


Fuck you, leave me alone
I don't care about what you think, so just leave me alone.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: DACOURY NATCHE, DAVID BAYLEY, OLUBOWALE AKINTIMEHIN

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