1.Workin'
{＊beat starts＊}
Uh. Lets do it＊
Uh,
Floor not havin it,
Cover this track like a motha fuckin laminate.
Yeah,real niggas in my cabinet,
You the type of nigga make a stripper turn celibate.
Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud,
Never wait when we out,
Fuck a line, get in now.
What they bitchin bout？
What the goin for？
Polo head to toe no zone 4.
Kick game on rebitz, bonjour,
winter time, all clear,
summer time, different shore.
This a different motor man better go to work,
rapper tryin trade places like a motor mur.
Its no days off, all though I'm born to work,
but daddy gotta order somethin dealers cant afford.
Ha, the envy in dime dealers,
bentley ain't my but I let bitches recline in em.
Tell em they mind clippin I give em like 5 minutes.
Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches.
Dc got wild niggas,
them .45 niggas,
some runnin with 2 k's though we some loud niggas.
Don't get besides yourself, thinkin I'm with the loving,
I just came back from Howard I made a deal for the locals,
they hit em, fling em, delete em,
hug em, love em, then leave em,
if you call me a genius, nobody would disagree it.
I'm spotted on different beachs, cause he was smokin reffah,
I hope you hit me by 3, I'm incoherent by the evening.
whats up sugah, I'm diggin yah, oh you aint feelin young'n？
thats even better I'm not that into submissive woman,
I'll like to tell you I'm the type to get all woman,
I put that battery in back so small wonder,
its been a long summer, and I've been on my grind,
we killin shows out in london like I'm on my grind,
I think I'm Larry Hoover, I think I'm Big Meech,
I think you need the streets to succeed the inner street.
but I'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route, quote un quote
backpack still bring them bitches out.
I bet you burnt em, you fry chicken nigga church em,
or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle.
Stop lyin ya'll pretenders ya'll ain't really workin,
Ya winslon, within lauren, though you nigga urkel.
kin folk, I've been dope since super soakers,
no matter who gonna show up I make a move over,
all that talk about who's better then falauren,
go and get that bread and they'll be penniless tommorrow.
Living out of a homer shit,
broke and no one notices,
ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer kid.
Rather beatin on the bitch,
motify your quota bitch,
PG bitches love me like I'm TCB and Polo bitch.
norfitomic love me like a mother fuckin jonahs,
thats why we're always goin and we dont gotta go with them.
2.Letter
I'm riding in truth
Catch you up on places I, ve been
To whom it may concern
I refuse to never being on this earth
I am breathing for a purpose
I want to be the centerpiece of my entire culture
And I, ve been thinking about you
Cause you, ve done such, by doing such
I get a pen a paper, write you a letter
Cause you are appriciated, I'm dreamin to be great
While working on my mistakes, You promised that, s changed
I'm doing the same thing
Dear Mr. Obama I'm hoping this letter reaches you in good
spirits
Lord knows you, ve been busy, but I just wanna know
I I speak could you listen, we live in the same city
I was hoping I could to visit ya
If not, I'm hoping this letter could convey how I'm feeling
An you could find interest
First off congratulations on your win
It, s time for some change to commence
I got a question for you mayor
From an african american stance,
Are we expecting too much from your four year plan
And what about the rappers that happen to act
Like a black president gives us the right to be assholes
You know they say your name for attention
But little to no interest after election
Or the too cheap t-shirt sellers
Are making revenue off a name we cherish
As I end this letter, one more thing
I hope you understand your impact on our race
Sincerely Wale, PSA,
I ain, t trying to nit pick but you can stick the rest of the
way
I'm riding in truth
Catch you up on places I, ve been
You have this letter probably got excited
But there, s nothin that, s inside
To whom it may concern
I refuse to never being on this earth
I am breathing for a purpose
I want to be the centerpiece of my entire culture
And I, ve been thinking about you
Cause you, ve done such, by doing such
I get a pen a paper, write you a letter
Cause you are appriciated, Like Dear Mama
The reason I work hard, like even my favorite rapper, he was
bigger than a artist
Dear Pac I was 12 when they gunned you
Wish you was around now to see what I, ve become
You, ve never had a son in the physical or literal
But years later there are still a bunch of little yous
Never seen you was lyrical, But more or less the voice that the
whole culture listens too
Speaking the truth like only you can do
It, s only right we lose greatness at it, s pinacle
I got a question for ya, Are still mad at biggie, are you still
mad dre
And are you happy with the way your legacy portrayed
I'm trying to do for D.C. what you did for L.A.
But music today is getting lame for us
They chasing fame rather than making a change for us
They stop being honest, they stop being honest,
They want their club shit, ain't no more dear mamas
And you don, t know me, but knowing you through music
Is going to change the world in the future, truly
Yours Wale, PSA, how long will they mourn you forever in a day
I'm riding in truth,
Catch you up on places I, ve been
You have this letter probably got excited
But there, s nothin that, s inside
So I'm writing you this letter
I can only hope you read it if you get it
Hoping if you get it, you will never forget it
You will never forget it, You will never forget it
So I'm writing you this letter
I can only hope you read it if you get it
Hoping if you get it, you will never forget it
You will never forget it, You will never forget it
I'm riding in truth,
Catch you up on places I, ve been
You have this letter, probably got excited
But there, s nothin that, s inside it
I'm riding in truth,
Catch you up on places I, ve been
You have this letter, probably got excited
But there, s nothin that, s inside it
3.Family Affair
Whyyyyyyy-yy-yyyyyyy...
Ohhh-ohh-oh-ohhhhhh...
Aah-aah-ah-ahhhhhhh...
Yeah this shit got me feelin' Robert Beck
Rather than Robin Thicke
Ho's, got a list, but I gotta pick
I'm gettin' bitches to strip
Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard
See, I'm a nigga with no flaw
No wrinkles in my game, this is Botox
And spoke of
I make them ho's strip
But keep on your clothes
Leave your inhibitions here...
I breed 'em like I'm going to war
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
This is your Vietnam
Via my strength
So your arms can't reach me
Believe me I'm a be your God
See, involvin' yourself is to be a part
And when you crackin' for the night, you don't need a heart
You now on the premises
Where rules get followed
My pretty works stalk ya...
Once guarded like the jail assistant
But now invisible cells around your brain
It's much different
It's much stricter
Believe me
And even when you crabby, obey all seasons
Whatever issues you have
Now speak them
Anything you need
Now you gotta come to me for it
Squeeze you tight
Forever you my bottom bitch
And not a fear as long as you know who your father is
'Cause you love me (call me 'daddy') (Whyyy me？)
Because you need me (Whyyy me？)
You need to breathe me (Whyyy me？)
'Cause I'm your family you too weak to leave me (me)
'Cause you love me (Whyyy me？)
'Cause you need me (Whyyy me？)
You need to breathe me (Whyyy me？)
Because I'm family you too weak me to leave me (me)
I'm more Karrine Steffans
Than Corinne Rae
I see the honesty, he told me that he needs me
You see he loves me 'cause he beats me
Because he kiss every wound that he leaves me
From the womb, my newborn child
Although the route's foul, we need Similac powder
Hold on...
Simmer down now
It's momma's new job that provides temporary housing
And I'm sorry that I brung
You to the world
See your father's in the clouds
And daddy's in the Cadillac
I better get my gown
I'm running out of time
Thirty x's on that calendar
You see I gotta go to war
You too young and you don't know what I'm fightin' for
This is my Vietnam
You are my strength
And the reason that I'm going
See, with you, I never see it wrong
So I'm a leave you with the sitter
And every time I spread 'em
I'm dreaming 'bout
Us with millions
See me with a husband
No government assistance
Turn my back on the game and I ain't never gonna miss it
I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen
Times I ain't with ya
No I am still with ya
Forever I am with ya
And never should you tear
And never should you fear
Not when momma's right here (me)
'Cause I love you (Whyyy me？)
'Cause I need you (Whyyy me？)
Right now we need him (Whyyy me？)
Because he family, we too weak to leave him (me)
'Cause I love you (Whyyy me？)
'Cause I need you (Whyyy me？)
Right now we need him (Whyyy me？)
You see he family, we too weak to leave him
You got me feelin' orphan Annie
More or less
Than the muse of a family
Shit, is it money that my momma want？
Or is it somethin' deeper, and this is momma front？
I know my daddy gone
It's such a lonely world
Is this the reason for you leaving？
Do you feel a void？
Do we make you feel important than how you felt before？
Do we kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm？
Shit, if I was old enough to speak
I'd tell you that no money can be a mother to me
And you ain't gotta go to war
Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for
You stuck in Vietnam
You see him as a God
And I don't know who told you, but I don't see a mom
I see a young teen
I don't see a problem
We're livin' wrong before your God see a proverb
Your little cub
One day a bed
One parent above, the other live scared
She need love
That's why I can't have it
She can't be my mother
She's always with daddy (me)
You don't love me (Whyyy me？)
And you don't need me (Whyyy me？)
This ain't easy (Whyyy me？)
I got no family, you too weak to leave him (me)
You don't love me (Whyyy me？)
And you don't need me (Whyyy me？)
This ain't easy (Whyyy me？)
Momma, we got no family 'cause you too weak to leave him (me)
(Whyyy me？)
4.Nike Boots
I'm just doin' what I gotta' do flyin' with the rest of em'
still got my Nike Boots
Flyin' with the rest of em (5x)
Still got my nike Boots
South side what up
Uptown What up
B＆g what up
The revolution will proceed
Unification of the dmv I will achieve indeed
I decree I'm forming a new alliance
Oppose the one poisoning the minds
They lying
I am only a fighter
In the form of a writer
In the form of a poet
Potency in the mic
I blank out then I approach it
Turn me up and I go in
Haters learn to Bear
I'm Lovie Smith with the vocals
Lord i'm so focused more focused than I ever been
So slightly passed em, like the letter 'n'
It's DC, black jeans, black tee
This that North Face rap, WALE, you better get me
PG, Riverdale, Largo, Temple Hills, Cap Heights, 124, Landover,
Everywhere
Saratoga, 640, Berry Farms, 1-4, KDY, every corner, everybody
got em on
Flyer than the rest of em
No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers
It's the way we've adapted, don't forget I made it happen
The most opinionated city you can make it in
And still a nigga made it here
I'm Neo in the matrix
Knees dug deep into the pavement
DMV so we used to the waiting
Nobody seems to care we so complacent with the vacancy
See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard
Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars
It's ironic, it's the same for the artists
Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars
A lot of drama
A lot of beef
We have so much in common, starting at the feet
Goadome Nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer
None like us
So none like us
Flyer than the rest of em
This where the haters is
This why they hate us here
This why i hate it here
Though love it, I made it here
We all here, from the dealers to the kids
To the squares to the fly
One thing we are aligned with
Black on black Nikes
That represent the lifeless lives
And it reflects the plight of those fighting so
If we ain't right and always at the throats
Of one another at least we got our Goadome Nikes a
Metaphor, for the insecure
If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing
One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers
Melancholy we are though we all learn to love it
Pessimistic we are
5.Hold Yuh Freestyle
Ok I'm Wale but you can call me nada＊
My momma old G which makes me a Don Dada
My momma say I'm akata (nigerian word for american),
Cause my head look like shata (nigerian word for dread head)
The feds like to follow cause my bread like to knot up
So roll up the Marley, my eyes all low up in this party
I'm looking for an ethi-somoli here beside me
Beside that, Louie where my eyes at
Prada where my feets at
You ain't gon find that
Ask me where my mind at
You could never find out
Ridin' out, 9-5 haters in my hindsight.
More About Nothing
Motherfucker better download
They'ont stock sneakers, see my deals on the downlow
Keep em in the closet MJ Noami
I don't need no friends, let the ganja console me
My broad is a trophy
Broads out Moco broads out Southeast
Killer stay uptown, Louden VA tree
Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit
Chrome they are sewn, roam like it ain't nothing
Yea that was nothin, but look what I made from it
Carmelo straight stuntin
Purple label 8 hundred
I bet I get the fall Rose had this summer
Real nigga shit
ATL was sippin them
Magic city sippin them
Gucci bucket cover my dreads, I think I 'm Gilligan
I don't really mess with the feds, I'm a militant
If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening
Straight Lane Kiffen them
We ain't playing for rings and that trophy I mention before, I
let em keep
Reggie Bush I'm murking my Kardashian (car dash in)
Might as well crash and pass it to Miles Austin
That's how I'm going, hoes want but now I'm on
A couple poems a couple songs and now it's on
And these woman is loving the way that I perform
I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb
Shout out my nigga miles
They stop the whole game everytime I come around
And me and them rappers we don't share no common ground
I'm a a sphere they are squares
They can't even come around
I ain't finished yet, I ain't finished yet
Bitches love me out Houston like spinach dip
Get it？
I got that cold flow, Winnepeg, this is work
I am in a different World, Winnefred
Jalisa all black Caprices,
Bumpin So Far Gone, goin on polices
And me and my broads n Jamal and Latika
So everytime I treat em, the mall gotta re-up
And ya'll gotta relax talking bout that he wack
Or they be reminscing over you？ Word to P-Rock
Ridin' in a CL, hope I never see jail
And even if I do I know my momma gon be well
Emmelola (mother's name) love her more than she know it
The youngest outta two, see Oboluwale's (real name) grown up
When they hate, I never give a whole fuck, or half shit
Purple haze, purple Half- Cents
I had dollars for a young'un ever had cents.
I have sins so my pants never had lent (lint)
Now I'm getting it everything lavish.
I'm ballin LeBron, lil poncho is Maverick(s)
Ravishing, Rick Rude of rappin you bastards
And I just want to hold her
She all that I can handle
6.Talk 2 Me
Talk 2 me Wale＊
You know we had to do it again bruh bruh
Talk 2 me
Talk 2 me
Talk 2 me
Talk 2 me
Talk 2 me
Talk 2 me
What up bankhead
Hey lil mama what's your name
I'm wale but they call me great
PRPS cover my eight's
Uhh, lemme switch my pace
No rims on my Benz-o
Just tint hoe and good endo
I love a girl that think alot
Cause sex with me is mental
That mental, that brain power
My J rolled and that thing loud
That's OG, I OD
My hoes loud but I'm low key
It's no drought were I be
Bitch no police, heres fire wings
Dats five piece that's how I be
I'm proud of me I'm so G
I'm carry out with it
Who are ya'll kiddin
Nigga I live it can't get in my business
Can't get with my bitches
Can't get my lyrics
I don't give five shits come get with my skrilla
Killa I roller cheese blazed
High as fuck and feelin great
I thought I was out Atlanta
But God damn I'm outta space
Bitch no days off
And I ain't got no breaks
And I don't take these bitches out
I make pyjama dates
Feed them to some convo
And some wine
And take a condom break
If she don't fake I work that pussy out
Like it was outta shape
I get money then I'm gone that's a hard pill to swallow
I got money on my phone if you talkin have a convo
Throwin hundreds then I'm gone you can't go to the places I go
(Never)
When that money calls I holla back
Cause gettin to this dough is all I know
I holla back
I holla back
I holla back
I holla back
I holla back
I holla back
I holla back
I holla back
Huh,
She wanna be grown
I know that is your bitch
But she won't leave me 'lone
Look, she love me from them poems
And them songs, in my zone
And I'm gone and she gone
But she gone home
She say no and she say she on
Nigga fuck that
She gone open up we gone puff dat
Coconuts ciroc where Puff at？
Never fall in love don't cuff dat
While y'all foreplay I punt that
4 downs
More rounds
More vodka
More brown
More broads
More loud
More money to count
Yeah you know I'm gettin right
Bet they on my dick tonight
All my women fly as shit
Why your bitches scared of heights？
Why these broads hear my late call
Start rushing over runnin lights？
Why they try to see my flow
But they know dats outta sight
My Polo cost ends
And bitch I'm dolo
Fuck friends, so all who don't know
I'm in so take a photo
My fit is sick as shit can't find these shoes
Unless you was out in 92′
Rest in peace that DJ Am, Clark Kent
Dats my fuckin dude
Let's go
Money's on the mental
My efforts monumental
I go more than mental
This is more than redbull the window
He's coming
That's what these hoes say
Just Patron and Rose
Got these hoes, oops these cameras keep on rolling
From start until explosion
They down to do it all
I call em US open
Big money I can't fold it
It calls me like I owe it
I don't car nothin bout it
I hit the mall and blow it
My money's ever lasting
If you seen me, you would know it
I swear money's all I know
Green I go, I'm Ford focused
I know they mad I'm on
But that's too bad cause err shit
I'm here to stay I brought my bags
7.Make It Rain (Freestyle)
I'm ballin ay (4x)＊
We ballin ay (7x)
I'm a make it rain
Straight shots, don't toast champagne
AKOD a lil bit a change
And these broads all know my name
Hol up
I'm a make it rain
Straight shots, don't toast champagne
Magic city a lil bit a change
And these broads all know my name
Let's get it crack
One time DC where da city at
If she give it to me now
She goin give it back
I'm a needa know now, can a brotha crack？
Or a brotha gota roll like a brotha act
I'm foolish shawty
I just wana know can we do this shawty？
Flower bomb on you and shawty
And I can be ya hole inta ya lips shawty
I'm a make it rain trick
This a lil change trick
Henny got me spinning like a fuckin hurricane kick
DC PG where I be
L-O-U-D air I breathe
She like me from that no hands but
I'm a need her to use no teeth
I ont know you chick, you ont know me
Baby I'm a dawg, tell them hoes all flee
Hot whip something cold on my feet
This is not somethin that I wrote for the Queens
You just do ya thing chick
I'm a letchu hang chick
She said she a magic city
Then I'm David Blane bitch
Wale Wale
8.The Light
Uh, Rest in peace Jay Dilla＊
(Its Hip Hop)
Know I had to do a Jay Dilla joint
I never knew a luh, luh, luh a love like this
I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks
Mmm Not all of em, some still DS
my D ＆ P frizest, they havent seen the streets yet
as I speak to the speakers I'm hopin this reach ya
you are the flawless creature
I'm in awe from all of those features
regardless to all them, I appease her
you is a dime to them other broads peace up
that means two, between me and you
there's nothing man made than can make it just you
my hearts been tied, my souls been glued
the whole block know who I roll with too
them bitches all dimes and you autobooth
I guarantee our change whatever we go through
I told you before the light Imma show you...you
There are times when you'll need someone
I will be by your side
There is a light that shines
special for you and me
Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never
cannot wait
Never becomes prominent, all we doin is arguin
Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again
It's the best, I've forgotten what a condom is
Life's a meal a good girl is a condiment
I compliment you with your conversation
Cause any girl could look good if she concentratin
and personality is somethin that you cant make up
sense of humour is a tool that you cant change up
Look, I ain gatta tell you, you know what I'm thinkin
yea, a nigga shallow but I'm a deep thinker
In life she the wife who was right in that deep end
given her the TLC I'll never creep then
she make me Chili like T-Boz, me leave her out,
I'd rather wear a pair of Filas or Reeboks
There are times when you'll need someone
I will be by your side
There is a light that shines
special for you and me
It's kinda fresh you listen to more than Wale
nevermind I'm lyin she bumpin me all day
Honey is always the one Imma call late
night I need that she comin here right away
night or day she need me
hit it or four play
I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say
Hey, she give me love in abundance
Plus she outrun any youngin that I've hung with
a fun chick its nothin to break funds with
I can do a whole song solely on that onion
My soul searchin is halted
I have opted to stop watchin them broads that bin plottin
You so got me, I'm open for life forever my wife
focus let me show you the light
There are times when you'll need someone
I will be by your side
There is a light that shines
special for you and me
9.600 Benz
600 Benz, house six hundred grand
That was six years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work on my face
I get that work on my face
600 Benz, condo six hundred grand
I got twelve hundred kicks
Them bitches straight from Japan
My ambition is wicked, I put that shit on my hands
I get that work on my face
I put that shit on my man
Wale, real niggas, what I told, blowing bomb haze
I just tell CJ, keep on rolling, that's my shorty
Tinted out, you ain't seeing through
All black, everything, this shit like a HBCU
Maybach music, major moves
Bitch, I'm saving major loot
I make my old bitches buy me all the latest shoes
One whip just ain't enough, I just seen thirty three
You only half a W without a second V
Got to be dreaming, bitch, got to be chosen
Shorty, when I was twenty I had a Camry and tokens
But now I'm okay, bitch, I got my shit together
Rosay told me keep on working, shorty, you'll be rich forever,
ever
Forever my endeavors and I sever my opponents
Bitch, I'm cold like it's in Denver
The dilemma is, you think I got no conscience
You think I'm just here flossing or horse shit about caution
600 Benz, house six hundred grand
That was six years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work on my face
I get that work on my face
Depending on how I feel, either the coupe or sedan
I'm only dealing with you, nothing to do with your man
Niggas'll ruin your plans, it's best to do what you can
I'm up to six hundred bricks
Started with two hundred grams
Hand to hand in the cold, pockets on hella swole
I was breaking them down, now I'm selling them whole
Work straight out the kitchen, ain't no competition
You just shut up and listen and you can complete the mission
Know you want me to fall, I don't do nothing but ball
You heard I was in jail but I just came from the mall
I'm on my way to the jeweler
About to cop me a Mueller
Keep the digital ruler at arm's length of the Ruger
Life's a bitch and I feel her
Ain't nobody iller but there go Godzilla
Catch me blowing vanillas
Used to be blood money, now it's go hard scrilla
After I count it all up, I'ma go to the dealer and get a
600 Benz, house six hundred grand
That was six years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work on my face
I get that work on my face
Hope you heard that intro
This that I been grinding because I've been saving for that Benz
flow
So mash on assholes with petty badges
Tell them niggas we throwed but they never gone catch us
If I am pulled over I know they gone be on it
Because it's hot in here and I got no L like the '72 Dolphins
Who？ Race my nigga
And I bet you never pass me like a safety nigga
I'm Polamalu, 600, the newest model
My newest motto to use a condom with newest models
Uh, got a hundred on the dash, huh？
Y'all ain't killers, y'all got hundred yard dash guns
I'm a rare one, camos and some rare ones
Where I'm from's a circus, hope you don't expect a fair one
Dropping hundreds like it ain't nothing
Really it was but you know I never saying nothing
600 Benz, house six hundred grand
That was six years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work on my face
I get that work on my face
10.4 A.M.
Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking＊
How you killing my highs I hope you built the coffin
I got virgin lungs please excuse the coughin
Think I'm bout to blow, they call me George from boston
Respect is never given so I confiscate it
Get acquainted with mine I get them aclamated
Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twice
Had to escape the life
This ain't for ordinary people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm trying to be like The Beatles,
Give me some soul money, niggas is gassed up
Tell them to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, royalty hating niggas don't get no p-ssy
So it's more for me, she invited me in her mouth
You know it's cordially we throwin' racks, she said please don't
talk to me
All my niggas is winning, shout out to Charlie Sheen
I spitting bars the metronome the money machine
A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was
part of my dream
and Wale told me fuck yall, so we fuck yall, we don't love yall
Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call
The way your heard of that, the way yo heard of y'all
Dogging, Hard listen mean mugging
For when niggas don't see their C's till they see the judges
Dark side of town, baby mama blues,
When drama ensues niggas Ndomakong Suh
Old lyin' ass defensive ass boys
Why you knock that bitch up if you can't tend it out boy
I'm a tenant my opinion is monumental
I'm here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only look where they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas with luggage fly straight to the money
And you don't understand my slang my colloquial's lovely
So they quote me and love me like I'm a poet or something
Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or something
Shady bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the least of you haters, make the most of your money
Have that consistence drive long as your motor's running
I used to heat up mama house by opening ovens
Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that it's coming
That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my nigga Cole busy, but
genius is back
I light up my spliff take a sip of my yack
Thinking back of when the city weren't thinking of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, they weren't giving a fuck
Now everywhere I go they be giving it up
I seen it all from Barry Farms to Sursum Corders
They had that rocking like a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to captain Ginnny and free my nigga Ricky
We always pray for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies
Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but it's mad semi's
Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly
This where they love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty
Yeah, go and ask fifty
They love you then they hate you, go and ask fifty
Go and ask fifty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than sibling
Who got the juice nigga ？
juice nigga,
juice nigga,
work, work, work, work, work.
11.100 Hunnit
I promised Ricky and Milly that I'ma kill it＊
Running throughout them digits, and Dollars on me I'm on it
I'm running I'm so 100 with every nigga I run with
Tell them niggas we coming, we fucking it up this summer
And I'm stunting like it ain't nothing, most of these niggas
fronting
I pull this Rolly from Travi, and I got this Beamer from nothing
If they ain't talking bout paper, just tell them end of
discussion
And now that I'm getting money, my neighbors turn to my cousins
Gold bottles, lot of bitches
Didn't think I'm sorry I'm such a shallow nigga
The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women
Went out with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers
Ha, and I don't ever ask the price on it
Married to the money hater, throw some rice on it
I told my jeweler get my Mueller, throw some mimes on it
I treat that pussy like its Tina, I go Ike on it
Beat it up, I'm getting heated up
When I say I'm high, I ain't talking weed it up
Bitch I'm talking G5, Titobero ？, ？ out
Beaters on my sneakers, even though I never be with Dex
B and me, train hi up
He lying I'm on papers
But when I beat this shit off, Ima go and buy some Lakers
Yea I'm talking bout that Cali kush, We can work in ？
Two bad bitches in the back, they prettier than ratty look
Bitch I'm hot as Wasabi in Abu Dhabi
In a sauna with some models, we treat them like ？
I ain't thugging, I ain't robbing, I'm puffing on my broccoli
Doing 100 in a bucket, be like 20 in a 'rari
And I'm back on this shit again, Pressie blue like Michigan
I put on for my city I should ball with Vick and them
When I get my D12 I'ma be a Sixer then
Riding round with Looney and your sister and your sister's
friend
Hold up
Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again
Trying to shit the niggas is like giving children ritalin
？ sitting in the front, see you in a minute yo
And them haters went away as soon as I left Interscope
Big money, I'm talking bad hoes
You niggas full of shit, fucking assholes
I'm in this presidential suite, I'm in my bathrobe
Counting 100 grand I put it from my last show
Shitting on them, something I ain't mean to do
These hoes do anything, our wish is like a genie do
A nigga by a point, here take the nina too
I get a chick to come and serve you like Serena do
I think its genius when Lena do you in a group
Stunting, I'm in the sixth, I call that shit middle school
High as shit, I'm in a booth
Never nag them, Ima choose
And I don't gotta front, I play these niggas like I wish 'em to
This is where the Wizards play, this is where them bitches play
Weed a have you falling, and now you scraping up that ？ shape
The day a hater treat a nigga like he fake,
That be the day his label treat him like a ？
And I'm balling bitch, I'm balling bitch
Me Wale, so hard, this shit
Get your money budget back, fire all your artists-ess
We be burning everything, they label us as arsonists
Defy the middle of the track, in 106 and Park in here
12.I'm On One (Freestyle)
I am not paying no motherfucking retail for Purple Label this
Summer
Folarin
Ambition
Two white cups and I got that drank
Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight
Redbox flow and I do not date
Real G shit I don't use no cape
I got my cake; I love hip hop
J Cole, Don Trip, Drake, Big Sean
Nigga wanna act we can get improv
Bread on me that's a garlic knot
Tats out and my hair long
Loud shit, Weird noise
Like B.o.B., Got airplanes
Not one J got a pair or more
Folarin bitch releast nigga in this ho
Shoutout to them niggas who still fuck with me at Interscope
My ambition to blow
This is why I'm in this fo'
Women at my pole
This is oh so much like getting votes
I make her kitten moist
This is why her nigga mad
I just give her bigger O's
He just get her bigger bags
I'm an asshole, so what my bitches like it？
I'm why she get excited
You why she buy the vices
The tightest writer to write, dopest flower to quote it
I'm zonin; I'm in Seattle with Little Cheyenne and Tony
What up？ My sister and them, All my niggas listening
I be one and done'ing hoes like Crawford at Michigan
Realest nigga told you that, Cloey love me more than rap
Bitch I got that Kobe game, bitch you got that Kobe rap
DMV we on the map, it's over for these corny niggas
Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit
There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics
Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions
I'm on one, we on weed but she on E
She so fly, she so fine, but she so shy but I'm a don see？
No car key and I mean that
Cause I show fur, no bikini wax
My Moschino that fire, bet you never seen that
Swear this closet full of heat, bitch I never need a match
Undefeated, GS in a t-shirt and my Leaders hat
Change of scenery, I'm Al Pacino Willy Beaman yeah
Turned into a shark and I got that from all this DC crap
Fuck yo bitch to The Weeknd, I ain't speaking bout that CD
player
But shout to that OVO, Shout out to the whole T.O
Shout YMCMB, MMG we run the globe
This the district where politicians is fucking goons
And I done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news
A neutral mover, truly cool with a bunch of crews
Better keep a shooter, there's always one with something to
prove
Nice for that war, trying to see my daughter walk
Keep wifey in La Perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost
Always keep a dodie on on me, I ain't for that Maury talk
A 40 of that OE, Casey Veggie my homie
Out in LA I'm fakin' hitting switches
This ain't mine, it's Ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches
I swear I love my music, I truthfully hate this business
I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women
Intuitively and gifted, Too empty, this is Lipton
Hallucinating from Rufilin, Who is saying is iller？
Nigga, I got that Dilla, Premo, Swizzy flow
Women front, they get it's cold
She never play no games with me so I never get her Coach
I'm supposed to boast, this lyrical overdose
Niggas George Foreman grillin', shit I spit that rope-a-dope
She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke
White boys gon set the mood, yeah, that's word to Hall ＆ Oates
And it's still fuck everybody
I run the Summer, don't plan on sharing potties
Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine
That yellow bitch, a lot of face, she that emoticon
Got a bunch of haters, but I got more to count
Mohammed got a little mac, don't get your shoulder popped
I don't really know a lot, but I hope these people know my heart
My Nomo could be found in stores with a jersey only Nomo got
Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent watch
If I'm getting geechy I can rock three chains on either block
DC maybe PG MMG shit please do understand it
The only team more powerful？ Sasha and Malia family
Malia family, We the family
I give these bitches my seed, swear they don't need a nanny
Won't see me in the Phantom til a nigga see a Grammy
13.Play Your Part
Maybach Music
You think you're using me like this game's new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry and all the fucking shopping sprees
But that ain't stopping me and I ain't stopping you
See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
Just play your part, just play your part
We'll be cool as long as you just play your part
I'm inclined with women who come on they time
She came over here, she came a few times
From crispy futons to Christian Louboutin
Game over, had her shopping in Milan
20 racks, really that's sneaker money
Triple white Ferrari, yeah, that's the Easter bunny
At the Ceaser in Vegas, I put the Visa on it
Now all she do is tell me how she used to love me
I let her decorate the real estate
And I let her spend the half a ticket, give or take
A couple dollars, Harry Winston stone collars
Canary yellow everything, plane chartered
I spoiled her maybe 'cause I adored her
More than fly that girl's a flying saucer
My Mona Lisa painting on the wall came to life
And she said the love of bitches roll the dice
You think you're using me like this game's new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry and all the fucking shopping sprees
But that ain't stopping me and I ain't stopping you
See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
Just play your part, just play your part
We'll be cool as long as you just play your part
Uh, I try to love 'em in the physical not literal
She say that she love me but what I'm feeling is minuscule
Understand that Prada lives in her inner soul
So the devil that droves in her got in control
Anne Hathaway and sack chasing, getting got cake up
Though my paper, way thicker than model make up
But y'all wait up, my mind racing, I'm toe slipping
A lot of women is real, some bitches' Robin Givens
I never give 'em no liquid, no pot to piss in
I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent
I'm pitching bitches that's dreaming, thinking I'm tricking
chicken
I'm simply fucking with bitches that know they whole position
That's real nigga shit, real nigga life
I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe
I ain't trying to fight, I ain't trying fuss
I'm trying to fall in money, they trying to fall in love
You think you're using me like this game's new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry and all the fucking shopping sprees
But that ain't stopping me and I ain't stopping you
See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
Just play your part, just play your part
We'll be cool as long as you just play your part
Yo, I say how can they compare to you, everything material
Tricking shit for kids and you know I don't need no cereal
You know I was riding and you switched up a gear or two
So I let others hit you on dead, burial, funeral
Check my phone, reacting like it's new to you
Talking what I give and never speak on what I do for you
Cabo to Jamaica, every weekend honeymooning you
Lobster over salmon, I ain't never try tuna you
But now I'm just assuming you living off of hearsay
Treble like the radio 'cause everything was air play
1st class herm ass, Panamera, purp pass
Greed written on her face when I bought her first bag
And I ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed
Told my jeweler make her freeze like it was trying to stick her
up
She call me Daddy like a nigga Puff
Just play your role, we can live it up
You think you're using me like this game's new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry and all the fucking shopping sprees
But that ain't stopping me and I ain't stopping you
See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
Just play your part, just play your part
We'll be cool as long as you just play your part
14.By Any Means
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14's stuffed in my denim jeans
As salam alaykum, wa alaykum as salaam
Whatever your religion kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified
Hit the streets, whip cost 335
No pork on the fork but it's white in the pot
We charging you niggas up, you like it or not
Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot
Then let that Arm ＆ Hammer, hammer it right to a lot
Trying to whip a Rollie or Cartier
Shout out to this Pyrex that bought this Audemeer
Oops, I meant Audemar, my whole team got them
You loving the same bitch my whole team popping
My hundred dough
I'm wherever that money go
Glock 9 in my underclothes
You cop two of them we fronting 4
Fuck niggas, we don't fuck with dough
Bad bitches never lets them know
Keep them 'round but never trust them, no
This 62 so comfortable
I'm a field nigga, you a house nigga
I'm a real nigga and you's a mouse, nigga
Code red, which means you go red
But I don't knock you, I just blame it on your head
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14's stuffed in my denim jeans
As salam alaykum, wa alaykum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified
Hit the streets, whip cost 335
Malcom X, get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking with death, guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me
They burn on every block, snitches ain't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth
rock
And we don't land on it, Mr. Reagan
But this gonna make us rich, Mr. Reagan
Now as salam alaykum, wa alaykum as salaam
She near that, every Friday and then go to Jamal
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest of top
She said these niggas out here praying, she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcom Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my dean, Insha Allah, I'ma get her right
On the Bible you can run but you can't hide
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14's stuffed in my denim jeans
As salam alaykum, wa alaykum as salaam
Whatever your religion kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified
Hit the streets, whip cost 335
Marching for cars, they put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
Preaching for the paper paparazzi
Federales severe rallies, massacre lives teaching to Shabazz
That's Malik on behind the grass
Corruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask'
Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells
My religion, the kitchens, papa formulas
Benjamin's to make sure my pockets abnormal
My philosophy is rocks and weed
A partner lean, the Glock will squeeze
Niggas clocking dollars, don't know how to read with mouths to
feed
It's hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm Little
Knowledge was obtained, fuck your chains and your master, nigga
We in the field building muscle while you watch the house
And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14's stuffed in my denim jeans
As salam alaykum, wa alaykum as salaam
Whatever your religion kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified
Hit the streets, whip cost 335
15.Tats On My Arm
Ambition is a way of life, it's a mind set, ya followin'？
(M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Tats all on my arm
Bitch all up on my mind
I got stacks all up in my charm
My gold Rollie tell time
It's my ambition (it's my ambition)
I'm just so gifted (look where that shit gets ya)
Tats all on my arm
Yo bitch all on my mind
And I got stacks on all my charms
My gold Rollie tell time
It's my ambition (it's my ambition)
I'm just so gifted (look where that shit gets ya)
Okay, tats all on my arm
These dreads all in my eyes
I put these poems all in these songs
For the paper I'ma grind, it's my ambition (it's my ambition)
It's my ambition (it's my ambition)
It's my ambition (it's my ambition)
Okay, tats all on my arm
These dreads all in my eyes
I put these poems all in these songs
All I know is this grind, it's my ambition (it's my ambition)
It's my ambition (it's my ambition)
I ain't with the talking, see I'm just tryna focus
'Cause the loudest nigga in the room is usually the brokest
Tryna stay clear of my foes, and these shape shiftin'
Ya'll can't stick to no G-Code, see them snakes showing you more
Get my taste from all of my
My mates calling me gifted, February cold as my heart
That's why your date is probably missing
Late for love and be trippin'
Man it takes cigar and start fillin'
I got a green bag with the blue strands
I smoke the Margerie Simpson
Got a broken heart that needs fixin'
And I don't rely on no
And I don't reply to most BBM's
So when you see an don't be trippin'
MMG obviously winnin', niggas talk much harder, we livin'
And I swear to lord I've been down to Earth
More times than not I be lifted
I ain't with the rappin', see I'm just tryna focus
'Cause the loudest nigga in the room is usually the brokest
Tats all on my arm, these suckers say I'm that bomb
3 J's took me this high, 6 O's paid for my car
3 M's on my New Balance, I'm here to shine when I'm tracking
What you doing Ross, drop a hundred thousand and you know you
'posed to be stacking
I should Michael Jordan these rappers, man I'm twice as cold as
these rappers
Ha ha, hold up, let me wipe a dose with these rappers
And I like the hoes to need passion,
And I like my girls with ambition
You see money talking these days and you thought the shorty
wasn't listening
You ain't dreaming dog you ain't living
Even when I sleep I got vision
Even when ya deep, yeah still I sweep
I don't fiend for beef I eat
16.Globetrotter
Standing on the couches
Her man is out of towning
Have some adultery, baby
Don't you go be so childish
Not into diamonds I'm shining
Just to get geechied out
When it get too cute I say 'cool'
I just let Miss Reesy know
Magic City, a staff of the fattest asses
My Black Bentley is rented, right now I'm stackin
This is my passion, I'm out
Atlanta, smashing some action
And it's not just talk, when I
Get to the box I'm dashing like Cassius
40 nights I was suffering
Bought a condo like fuck it
Like a condom that's fucked up
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Love it, they need it, the illest young'un
To speak it, there's really something about me
That make hot emcees go anemic
2 chains, I got 2 bitches
Watch me put it together like 2 Swishers
Got your baby mama in the new pictures
If you don't like it, hope you
Got your tool with ya!
I'm an eskimo, nigga, I got cold bars
And my bank account look just like a phone card
Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard
Then I switched the grill on the Chevy, got a nose job
Wet lips on the rims： I call em 'blow job'
If they ain't getting money tell em 'go rob'
Yea I'm ballin' hard like a globetrotter
Now I got em on they toes cause my flow hotter
I'm balling bitch： globetrotter
If that pussy good, I tell that bitch
'Let's go shopping'
These shoes right here ain't come from Foot Locker
I give a girl what she want - but no dollars
I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch
3 cell phones and I still won't call a bitch
I like mine with no pork in it
Want a meal with no fork in it
？, I ordered it
And I'mma shit where your toilet is
I hope you recorded that
Too short, I'm born to mack
Too dope, two cups, this Codeine not cognac
Come close, catch a contact
I got a loud pack in my cargo pocket
Catch your girl in my condo poppin
And ain't no way you're gonna stop it
Hard top, I'm gonna drop it
When I drop the top, she drops her ass
Pop fast then pop tags
And I'm oh so calm, smoking on a muscle bag
And I come through your ？
Paper chasin, paper chasin
Emcee I'm paper chasin
Take you where you can't see
I can't see forever my lady
The envy, we on bitch
Recently they been on me
？
Hold up, couple rollers
Got a nouveau and some Moet
And I bet that you gon love me
I respect that you don't know yet
That Moschino shit is so back
But I'm seeing they gon snap
We don't care if a nigga's locked out
We gonna ball all year, nigga know that
Where my Lil nigga Mo at？
Southwest where a little nigga Zo at
？
Bunch of whores, lightning 4's
See my Jordans spark, you ain't got no Airs
I'm balling bitch： globetrotter
If that pussy good, I tell that bitch
'Let's go shopping'
These shoes right here ain't come from Foot Locker
I give a girl what she want - but no dollars
17.Self Made
Wale, Meek Mill, Pill, Rick Ross ＆ Teedra Moses
Yeah, they tried to tell me I don't fit up in this motherfucker
'Cause Rozay been talkin' white, he think he Uncle Ruckus
I laugh at Jimmy, they was spendin' silly on my budget
And now I'm rollin' with some cooler niggas I can fuck with
You by the cooler, yeah, you niggas don't get no tick
Bitch, I think I'm Jean Wolf, dog nigga, ballin' bitch
Fly as Ricky steam boat, me and my Moschino
I don't wear no 501's, 1000 dollar jeans flow
It's funny I'm Gucci man, all the slates gone
I'm winnin' 'cause Ricky made my mistakes known
It's funny that since I put this chain on
These bitches appear quicker than state farm
Wale Folarin, somethin' they can't ever smoke
Weed I can't pronounce, man, this shit would leave Rosetta
stoned
This man can single handedly save the culture
You got no spark, you need some lighter, man, you Sammy Sosa
So get it right, okay, you ballin' and I'm with the owners
You know my drive is retarded like I'm ridin' doughnuts
Picture me rollin', young, handsome and focused
Got that vision of Pac though my branding is Oprah
Michelangelo portrait meet Mia Angelou notebook
Michael Jordan performance, nigga, I dream to be all of it
Yeah, I'm just a poet with some hang time
I don't really Shakespeare, I just shake dice
Miami nights, made a couple grand
Private plane, TSA can kiss my ass
Lord, forgive me, I'm trying, know I ain't livin' right
But this card I'm trickin' with got no limit right
In this life, you dead wrong or ain't livin' right
They on my ass like a center, make them take a hike
Lord knows, it's MMG, baby
The dream team
Better believe it
Ah, I made it myself, yes, I'm self made
Fire starter, put me anywhere I just blaze
Dropped out of school, never made it to the 12th grade
I'm so fuckin' raw, haters hopin' that I catch AIDS
Motivated just from bein' broke
Had a dream like Martin Luther, little bit of hope
If Sam Rosen never rolled, Malcolm never spoke
They'd probably find me in the woods hangin' from a rope
Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin' dope
When people told me I was signed, I would tell them no
'Cause I was never hesitant to represent
Devil knockin' at the door screamin', 'Let me in'
Tell the owner hit the locks when we steppin' in
Charlie Sheen on them haters, they don't wanna let me win
Nah, niggas they don't wanna let me win
But I'ma build it ground up once again
I kill these rappers early in the game, abortion
Spit a verse like let me get ya fam, extortion
Send these niggas back to where they came, deportion
Make 'em forfeit and I'm Porshin' 600 horses
911, somebody call 'em
Kemba Walker cross 'em over, somebody fallin'
Jump back, I hit the shot, somebody ballin'
I'm at the dealer and I hear that Maserati callin'
Black and white diamonds lookin' like my neck be vollyballin'
And this Presi lookin' like somebody pottied on it
I don't gotta join Illuminati just to get a new Bugatti
I'm just ridin', I done put a thousand miles on my body
Born to win, look around, from the projects to the penthouse
Our vision never changed, we self made, count that up
Self made, self paid man, P-I double L in the building
8 in the morning when that street clock bust
Kitchen overload, door knob turned, the aisle burn, bakin' soda
pourin'
The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop
Profit margin increase, agent to beat with my gun out
Out witted, out foxed, you over matched
House hidden, drop tops the sofas match
This is fine dine take out, first date make out
Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout
As I exit the steak house, pockets on humongo
Philosophical drama and wildin' known as the Congo
Africana, Black as Ghana, be my attire
Mary water, marijuana stick to get higher
We blow stress through the vessel, the Marriott
We self made, carry on while we carry out
If I woke up tomorrow and didn't have a dollar
As long as I have my heart, I can get it all over
Dream team, we the 93 Chicago Bulls, baby
The lovely Teedra Moses
Self made
Maybach Music
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