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[Verse 1 - Wale]
Mama always told me Iâd be famous
Fame is a drug I knew that before Jay said that
Hateâs in their blood, I see it in their eyes
They leave me with no choice, I leave them with no life
They ainât got no life âcause they always on mine
Iâm on these niggas mind like lice
Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed
Anti-bacterial, the stereo is sterilized
Word to lethargy hardly will I ever lie
Donât got the head for it, donât got the bed for it
And therefore if I wrote it they already know it
It set in stone in these poems there ainât nothing bogus
If money talks then Iâm Vic Damone (Woo!)
Iâm Chris Tucker, fly like Snuka
A badass slam with a can like Smucker
Add me, take me, pay me itâs nothing
I said pay me itâs nothing
I said pay me itâs nothing
Add me, take you baby (yeah)
(pay me itâs nothing)
(itâs nothing)
(pay me itâs nothing)
[Verse 2 - Wale]
Simply give me a beat, I guarantee Iâll make a hater move over
Listen, hold up,the young dude focused
Iâm so potent, fly, fuck if you ainât know it
Show me to the scoreboard, a million to the doughnut
Beat is my whore get get up on it like a boner
And I could see hits every time a nigga go in
Serve like the Open, word I am Federer
Discombobulate all my edible competitors
Stop meddling in grown folk BI
Y'all all gay at the very least b-i
A poor manâs Pac or a very cheap BI
A welfare version of Wale, I see yâall
âCause I insightfully rhyme, I give the sight to the blind
Put my plight in the verse, I bring âem closer to mine
The flow no one can challenge, lyrical acrobatics
My entendres be tumblinâ while you niggas lack balance
I am so much a pilot and my power unfathomable
To you broncos my bitches is stallions
Oh you mad âcause Iâm stylinâ from the city of power
Where the weak are devoured every week, every hour
And itâs over for powder âcause they movinâ them pills
On that water like islands they ainât swimminâ you dig
Iâm just playinâ the field, Ken Griffey you feel me
Meaninâ I donât play âcause Wale is ill
Wale got skills, man my nigga Iâm Will Smith
I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children
Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here
If you ainât supporting it then I do it without you then
Itâs me and my nigga there until Iâm a millionaire
The heart of a lion but Iâm a Tiger Wood look in there
See what Iâm coming with, 100 and running it
If you ainât subordinate then I order your punishment
The audience lovinâ him cuz most of them can relate
I lyrically elevate, they be callinâ me heavensake
Donât stutter or hesitate, I plenish you featherweight
Iâm stuntinâ the Ferragamo, Iâm running that medal pace
Straighter than metal face; some niggas embrace me
My flow is Invisalign, they canât retain me
Nigga I tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right
I made it out, this is for Kevin Liles, this is for L.A. Reid
I'm on my own now learned a little from Kenny B
Iâm coming for everything, Iâm blowinâ my celery
Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring
Didnât sign up for anything, Iâm talking that Nelly Gâs
Need another look Catchdubs propellinâ me
I fly em, Iâm outta reachcause denim is everything
Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my Levi jeans
Fuck it, they shrink to fit
Beastin' up in my Tiffs
Yeah they hyped out but the bitches be lovinâ it
Fuck this shit
And I bit Jay-Z
What more can I say?! (hahaha)
- Album:
- Running Back (Single)
- Fashion Week (Single)
- MY PYT (Single)
- Summer On Sunset
- Groundhog Day (Single)
- Festivus
- The Album About Nothing
- Bad (Single)
- The Gifted
- Poor Decisions (Single)
- Ambition
- The Eleven One Eleven Theory
- Lotus Flower Bomb (Single)
- Focused (Single)
- Bad Girls Club (Single)
- Attention: Deficit
- Non-Album Releases
- 100 Miles & Running (Mixtape)
- Back To The Feature (Mixtape)
- More About Nothing (Mixtape)