Volume 2 (2006)

Actors

• Christopher R. Smith (actor)
• Lak Rana (actor)
• Scott Ferguson Greene (actor)
• Killian McGregor (actor)
• Killian McGregor (writer)
• Killian McGregor (director)
• Killian McGregor (editor)
• Killian McGregor (producer)
• Liz Bradley (actress)
• Matt Ryan (actor)
• Jaqui Long (actress)
• Elizabeth Bress (actress)
• Akil Wingate (actor)
• Josh Roseberry (actor)
• Jake Chapman (composer)

Genres

• Fantasy
• Thriller

Taglines:

In darkness, there are illusions...

Quotes:

The Blind Hunter: The expression on her face when she learns the truth of my fate will be legendary.

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Love Hate Thing - Wale
• Draft Pick - Wale
• Sunshine - Wale
• Tired Of Dreaming (ft. Ne-yo & Rick Ross) - Wale
• Change Up - Wale
• Never Never Freestyle - Wale
• DC Or Nothing - Wale
• Gullible (feat. CeeLo Green) - Wale
• Poor Decisions (ft. Rick Ross & Lupe Fiasco) - Wale
• No Pain No Gain - Wale
• Back 2 Ballin (ft. French Montana) - Wale
• The Curse Of The Gifted - Wale
• Sight Of Sun (freestyle) - Wale
• Fa We We Freestyle - Wale
• Ji-dope - Wale
• Street Runner - Wale
• Wale - Wale
• Simple Man - Wale
• Bricks (feat. Yo Gotti & Lyfe Jennings) - Wale
• Hella (ft. Dom Kennedy & Yg) - Wale
• Rotation (ft. 2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa) - Wale
• Bad (remix) (ft. Rihanna) - Wale
• Clappers (ft. Nicki Minaj & Juicy J) - Wale
• 88 - Wale
• Vanity - Wale
• Rotation - Wale
• Warrior ( Freestyle) - Wale
• What They Know About Wale - Wale
• It's Come To This - Fuel
• Most of All - Fuel
• Innocent - Fuel
• Falls On Me - Fuel
• Million Miles - Fuel
• Jesus Or A Gun - Fuel
• I Should Have Told You - Fuel
• Running Away - Fuel
• Days With You - Fuel
• OZONE - Fuel
• Mary Pretends - Fuel
• Slow - Fuel
• Scars In The Making - Fuel
• LUCK - Fuel
• Hemorrhage (In My Hands) - Fuel
• Untitled - Fuel
• Walk The Sky - Fuel
• Sunburn - Fuel
• Quarter - Fuel
• Getting Thru - Fuel
• Sunday Girl - Fuel
• Again - Fuel

Shout out to Marvin Gaye
Love you then they hate you
Then they love you again
Hate you then they love you
Then they hate you again
Hold me tight, let me go
Heal my heart, hurt my soul
Build me up, break me down
Make me smile, make me frown
Give me love, take it all away again
Give me love, take it all away again
Yeah, ain't no love in the heart of city, that's what they told me
Beef with over 100 niggas, don't none of 'em know me
Son of a mother studying at UDC
Sitting in taxi cabs, where daddy roaming the streets
Seven hallelujahs, my sutana was clean
On everything I wear it, all the America's tees
This whole system most prolific in the DMV
Listen when you get the keys it's seldom, you don't get the beef
Make a nigga wanna get the piece to get to peace
You gon' need more than Wikipedia to get to me
PG to Mo County bet they all know about me
Every hood, every 'burb, I got superb balance
From the city that made me love you forever for it
Hope you celebrate every moment forever ignore it
You made me what I am, you made me what I'm not
They gon' love you a little different when you at the top
Give me love, baby
Not enough, not enough, just a touch, baby
What the fuck, baby? It's just us, baby
This ain't right, this is life
This a love hate thing
Yeah, my affinty grows as the city gets cold
As you reaching your goals, you gon' meet you some foes
Having dinner with Leonsis I'm dreaming to own
But for now me and my homies see the bottom floor
I'm trying to redefine the culture, and renovate the soul
Women in town, but I'm manifestating every goal
I see potential in John, talk to him once a week
Media targets in our city it ain't ever sweet
I lost a lot of friends and they ain't even dead
When I was on my way up, why you ain't see the stairs?
Lord father if I opted to follow them
My heart would tear from my dreams let me know that you here
And it's rare when I'm anywhere with too many heads
Niggas jealous and never tell it until they stare
How could you blame us envy?
We do the same thing for a living
Know the same niggas, but they all commend me
Champagne I'mma spill it until we all fill up
Maybe it stopped me from giving a fuck about opinions
And probably not, but I'm temporarily out of fizzucks

[Verse]
Bring your best unit
You say you risin', then I released and left you there
Primetime Deon, hot style be gone
Death to the A&R; that let you niggas be on
Beat 'em 'til they scatterin'
Make 'em on sabbatical
Steinbrenner bread, you can CC Sabathia
Weed keep me happy but them freaks keep me happier
That's why I be with hoes between the scrotum like an Atticus
The flashiest African, DC on the map again
Pride of Columbia, and I ain't talkin' shoppin' there
Out of this galaxy, stratosphere, when I appear
Then I appear, I treak the beat like Rowdy Roddy Piper's gear
Killed it – revive it and rebuild it
If all these hoes are sweatin' then we probably in the building
What's up, shorty? I'm here
I'm happy you was listenin'
And all my hoes the same, every day a sister's sister
A young fly gigolo – tryin' to get that Jigga, though
Shorty got that fire head – Bam Bam Bigelow
Trey better hit a note – hit him with a little flow
Stockin' in Milan, tell them hoes this that pick-and-roll
Livin' so golden – niggas so focused
Lookin' so potent and we ain't even smoke yet
I am the epitome of highly important
Y'all are the epitome of violently throwin'
Oh shit, they bitter 'cause my whole team winnin'
Started flyin' in the fog, bet they won't see the winner
A gluttonous nigga, bet you won't see your dinner
And your hoe's so easy all the cavemen did her

May the optimism of tomorrow be your foundation for today
The spotlight on my fans
Sunshine, I can't tell a lie
No need to say it but they just wanna hear it now
No need to say it but they just wanna hear it now
(I can't lie I feel quite phenomenal today baby)
(That new black soul)
I was in the business when you was chasin' the bitches
Now I got the dollars I'm tryin get my position
Couple bad decisions I got some character issues
Although I'm never slippin like student parent permission
Yes I am aware that America tryna get me
So I let my friends carry paraphernalia
Before I love a industry girl I'll marry civilian
Picture a young, rich former taking me serious
Although I hit my stride, ain't even in prime (nah)
Singles in the chart make a broad lose top these days
You ain't gotta do nothin to pop these days
Instagram is runnin they thoughts these days
62 joint, got me Doug-in on em
Humbled that my (shit) dropped now I'm stuntin on em
You better know that you overdo for some better endings
Thats who whoever develop second guessing they blessing
(Ralph)
The spotlight on my fans
Sunshine, I can't tell a lie
No need to say it but they just wanna hear it now
No need to say it but they just wanna hear it now
(I can't lie I feel quite phenomenal today baby)
(That new black soul)
(I just need you to vibe wit me real quick, we came from nothin)
I don't like to boast but they ain't touchin' the flow (nope)
() Therapy so put errything in this cone
My only fear is marriage she scared of bein alone
She settle for this bread so therein should be a trophy
I'mma prolly marry somebody already familiar
VH1 10 and I'm not thinkin about these bitches
Can do without opinions
Another brother caught up in the business
Had that lock since I lost my scholarship
I been gettin it to my old coach and ballin
Rose gold was forty Know these (niggas) recordin
Make (niggas) grab the forty
See me I thought money would change it it got worse
But its alot better than screamin "who got work?" (who got work?)
I'm openin it from back to packin out 9: 30
I never sold crack when crack rappin was workin
With that fact its back packin and murkin
Gettin that Bobby Heenan while you Mr. Perfect
The spotlight on my fans
Sunshine, I can't tell a lie
No need to say it but they just wanna hear it now
No need to say it but they just wanna hear it now
(I can't lie I feel quite phenomenal today baby)
(That new black soul)
(Folarin the genius)
(I told you this that new black soul (woo))
(We ain't posed to never ha-

(M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Get out of my head, get into my bed
Come to me now, I'm tired of dreaming; imagine, baby
Ooh, get out of my head, get into my bed
Come to me now, I'm tired of dreaming; imagine, baby
Fame has made me more foolish, uh
What would you do with all these lusty groupies? Uh
And I know that God has made me only human, uh
But I'd like to take the time to describe to y'all my favorite woman
Look... teeth, white and bright and still talk to me like we back home
And the weed? That's optional cause my only concern's that her head's strong
And her feet? Let's see; course you know I like them clean
And I can understand a little bruise, you've been running through a nigga's mind all damn week
And no, I won't OD, you'll get D, young as 19
I believe age is for math, all I need is chemistry, yeah
The shawty be the glory - until my dream real
And I like a good story, I bet she got a mean tail
Your little attitude, and the way you make your moves
Baby, it's just hella cute, baby...
Girl, I've been lookin' for you cause of the things we do
In my dreams, how I be makin' you scream; I wake up like...
Get out of my head, get into my bed
Come to me now, I'm tired of dreaming; imagine, baby
Ooh, get out of my head, get into my bed
Come to me now, I'm tired of dreaming; imagine, baby
HUH! (Maybach Music)
When I look in your soul, all I see is the gold
Her beauty is blinding, she's in total control
Her emotions at peace, let's walk the shoreline
Statuesque as can be, we're spending more time
Sky-dweller moving counter-clockwise
A perfect 10, I'm watching you through God's eyes
Bonita Applebaum - my strawberry letter
Love Potion #9, this shit's a gifted era
If this is wrong, you my co-defendant
As we plead guilty to this life sentence
Choosy lovers - she my block goddess
I love the realist - rock solid
Your little attitude, and the way you make your moves
Baby, it's just hella cute, baby...
Girl, I've been lookin' for you cause of the things we do
In my dreams, how I be makin' you scream; I wake up like...
Get out of my head, get into my bed
Come to me now, I'm tired of dreaming; imagine, baby
Ooh, get out of my head, get into my bed
Come to me now, I'm tired of dreaming; imagine, baby

The same old nigga since day one
Sharp as a ginzu though my tennis shoes Ray Guns
Raise up your glass, puff and pass for they hating ass
W's on my mind, peep what I'm getting at
Attire proper, Bryce Harper though slightly darker
From where the drivers forgotten, you get blocka for parkas
Ronald's was poppin, they be wildin' for posites
Shorty from Waldorf say Wale don't stop up your progress
It's not a problem, little mama, only a part of me polished
I get inside her head and promptly get Kylie Minoguing
Slick mouth, nigga, legendary with lyrics
And never let up, keep one leg up, nigga Kerry Kittles
It's very simple, I'm innocent, now you never winning
And I'm up about fifty effortlessly, nigga, check the ticker
Fuck a nigga, hate a hater, that's just how I'm living
And I'm playin' ball with a chess board, nigga; Bobby Fischer
And it's hard to be focused going around all these women
I tell her I'm much deeper, that don't mean I'm much different
More like the writing, Iceberg Slim with better diction
She let me hit her in the gut, feel it like premonitions
Wooh, you know I'm feeling myself
Tell these niggas Folarin back on my way to that belt
By the way of the beltway, where they hatin' too much
When niggas dirty, thirsty, hungry they subjects to lunch
Right? But at least we see that's the problem being not on
I inspire for well-off, y'all inspire for well-known
Not no LeBron, but I'm cool with being Jamal
Cross, somebody falling, don't keep reaching, let me just ball
Just ball with these groupies, been tired of these niggas
They ain't seeing me stunting, like a tint-job on a Bentley
Your annual is my rent fee, been playing it cool, don't tempt me
Fuck that, but nah, I take 'em out to lunch, I'm a cannibal to these emcees
Ever so glutinous, miss me with that sucker shit
Tatted out with angels
Since I pray I don't get caught up in this game, nigga
Not a chance, nigga
About a dollar so they hollering I changed, nigga
Same lyrics, just the stage different
Sneakerman Daniel san, we still crane kick 'em
Tell the haters better raincheck me

(Intro)
Folarin, go
(Verse 1)
They say never say never, but forever is so far away
Penny with a hole in it the bubble on my Hardaways
Is one away, all the way, always go for dolo
I'm goin' bloody insubordinate up in the polo
Jordan prolly bored doe, music got me more dough
Si papi, each of my crew gets gluteus as gordo
Maximus, Maxima, Acura to vroom - fuck it
Got them got you open bars like open bars have vrum
Hoppin' out the new Alfa 11 like whoever can get it
I'm goin' in, you eatin' Checkers for dinner
I soak it in as a moment, I'm on it, temporary forever
Twitter bitches livin' for me, they be carpe diem-ing
I'm a writer, but arsonist really
I get dollars where humble niggas with positive energy
I'm the voice of the city, Rozay, Stalley, and Milly
She know I'm mongoose, she start ridin' my willy
No really, used to whip the Bentley 450
Go up Bowie, and tell professors they better get me
G-get me doe, somebody get me doe
Ice cold frigid flow, iceberg history doe
(Hook)
Never, never, never could they fuck with me
Never, never, never could they fuck with me
Never, never, never could they fuck with me
Never, never, never could they fuck with me
(Verse 2)
Never, never, never could they fuck with me
It's like I'm in the clouds and they fearin' heights to some degree
Got a bunch of sneaks, a nigga be flossin' too much
Never keep broads for too long, women be talkin' too much
And to be honest niggas get smarter when I be drivin' what's up
Nigga we're talkin' stupid moolah 'til the Gallardo pull up
I'm out my mind and I know it, bad joant got some roll-up
Every joant that I'm shown in built up like Mrs. Bozak
And that's a Martin reference, you don't get it carry on
I'm a drop it real on you lil niggas, Tommy Strong
I just be flowin' a little when I be on the strong
And occupy a couple coroners after the song
You can't compete with me, I won't compete with y'all
My queen from out a magazine, your joant from out the mall
(Hook)
Never, never, never could they fuck with me
Never, never, never could they fuck with me

In the face of adversity, I prepared a verse to see
Or hear rather...
Destined to win, get respect where I live
My reflection contagious, I'm the messenger here
Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread
They ain't sleeping until they know every customer fed
When the city was chocolate, there was death in the air
All I'm hearing is aids, I ain't deaf in my ear
Nah... I ain't deaf in my ear
But he push them whites in the hood like ray evans was there
Shout out to Kirbo, he told me I would make it
Now me, Tony, G, and Tre got the keys to the nation
Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer
Of course he fiending for trouble, he had a fiend for a mother
Got no leaders among him, got no loyalty either
Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him
See, it's cold where they be at, on that boat like a pirate
Politicians fucking hookers, why you mad at my ganja?
Kick him out of the city, force them whites who can pay up
Still different ablers killing over what isn't theirs
Lost my nigga over nothing though
Saheed Elesha I miss you, god bless my brother's soul
I feel something change in the weather, and I'm home, home, home
Don't let it drift away like a feather and I'm home, home, home
And oh, I gotta find my way
Oh I gotta face the day
But oh I can't stay away, not never, your my home, home, home
Look, I lost my nigga over nothing though
Saheed Elesha I miss you, god bless my brother's soul
Ricky is sitting, Baba was sitting
Caught up and slipping for fearing a McDonald's position
Seen it over a dollar, got him under a flower
Funeral drama, niggas mystery baby mamas
They ain't really for condoms, I just think that it's shocking
Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors
I'm aware that there's problems, know Obama gon' stop it
Where there's minimal conscious and there's thousands of choppers
I know Howard that college, but that town has some problems
I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise
Little women be mommas, little niggas ain't fathers
Ain't nobody here leading, it's way too easy to follow
They knee deep in today, ain't too fond of tomorrow
Although it gets you paper, I pray you weighing your options
This is soulful my nigga, I'm hoping I am giving a hope to my nigga
We just soldiers my nigga, don't know you my nigga but know you my nigga
This is soulful my nigga, hope that I am giving some hope to my nigga
We just soldiers my nigga, don't know you my nigga but know you my nigga
Nigga, know you my...
And you know my nigga
Know you my...
Look...
I feel something change in the weather, and I'm home, home, home
Don't let it drift away like a feather and I'm home, home, home
And oh, I gotta find my way
Oh I gotta face the day
But oh I can't stay away, not never, your my home, home, home
A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell
So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail
I pray these words live and these gimmicks fail and
I pray whenever I'm seen in my city I forever resemble braille
May your trees be loud, and your queens be proud
May you see your dreams allowed, before you see them from a cloud
May your glass never reach half-empty, may your enemies find the inner-piece before it ever get to beef
I wish you, wealth, health, and pact free women for yourself and the shit ain't the best, hope these lyrics help... my nigga
I feel something change in the weather, and I'm home, home, home
Don't let it drift away like a feather and I'm home, home, home
And oh, I gotta find my way
Oh I gotta face the day
But oh I can't stay away, not never, your my home, home, home
See I made it from home, see I made it alone
And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne
Time after time, again and again

Would you believe that?
If you believe that
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
Let's get it
What if they tell you this music was bogus?
The government run it, they controlin the culture
Would you believe that if you read that?
What if they tell you the iPhone was tapped?
And see all of your browse and I know you viewin your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is really like middle man
And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying max
And when they said Obama was in a raid
He actually got a gut, tan and scratch to pair of black
Would you believe that? We reached that, look
How bout they tell you you dyin if you ain't voting?
So now you vote for one in reline
I got a motion and believe that
You know you doin what you eat
What if they make it less? Talkin you what it do
Talkin you what's here but never let they mother jump
Part in the flow with consistence control they many souls
I thought it's it, loaded by television shows
Opinion show with Muslims see what they lovin boy
A little gossip to you keeps watchin it on point
So don't believe so how they are breaking the law?
A lot of bullets are prodigal to the gullible
I'm turnin on the radio just to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo, always singing my old song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein
As it flows into my vein
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
And then the internet slit the television throat
And the world star model fell up out the orbit
That's what that brought a rappin artist behind his mortgage
And now the rappers would visit Shawty, Shawty keep goin
And everybody be laughin at him, he doesn't know it
‘Cause he believed her, thought he couldn't be G but such a squeaker
News flash, news flash, it's a cruel world
And no one's too thorough to lose it on to a girl
Uh, what if they told you your chip was a boogie
You know, like a hoe, the type I've been shootin
You gon play it like nah homie, soon as the car pull up
Tell er you'll holler at er so get in you gonna lose it
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
And then the internet slit the television throat
When I moved forward I gave birth to several episodes
Our generation is turned, we got too many clones
We just believe they gon repeat what niggas told
And all the bullets are prodigal to the gullible
I'm turnin on the radio just to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo, always singing my old song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein
As it flows into my vein
I'd like to thank all the beautiful people that came out here tonight
There's Reese, yea I see you in the bag baby
Oh yea
You hear that? Uh, here to adapt things in the back
Young Dallas
I feel good right now
I just want something bout people but I appreciate
I'm to believe it

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Damn... rich niggas makin' poor decisions
All my little homies up in prison
I'mma let you know just how I'm livin'
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I can tell you' bout the Mach Five
I can show you what them blocks buy
I can tell you 'bout my block ties
I can take you to the far side
Poor decision makin', played you niggas lives
You sellin' crack up on your momma's porch
While she still goin' through her new divorce
He has a thrill as he raise his voice
When he really needs to raise his boys
Young thugs with so much talent
Young thugs havin' no balance
Young niggas havin' no fathers
Young niggas catchin' dope charges
Growin' up she say she felt alone
Now she strippin' for that pot of gold
Another fish in the bowl
They say her mother never played her role
I heard her mother always on the roll
Her mother always wearin' gold
Where I'm from I guess that's how it goes
[Hook 1: Rick Ross]
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Damn... rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
All my little homies up in prison
Lupe gotta tell 'em how you livin'
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
The Beloved T-Rex says
Grown man bars is somethin' you gotta deal with
Whole hand cards but nothin' that you can build with
That sound like bullshit from out a bull mouth
Even the tepee is a full house
Simple shelter keep you out the cold
If you hold it close together, we'll never fold
Why you lettin' the devil beat you out your soul
You don't believe in God then at least believe in odds
This house of odds is just a house of cards
Just without the yards, and nice adjacent parks
We was born black but that shit'll make you dark
Even with a handful of hearts
Mind on the club just to find a little love, my regards
Cause when your P-O-V is poverty
It's like D-O-C a lottery, that D-O-C be lock and key
Finna D-O-P-E bob and weave
And the box... boxin' free
Up out them rings like it was Rocky 3
Caught up in the game now
Look at how we came out like olly olly oxen free
That ain't why they watchin' me, yeah, yeah
Decided since like 4, 5 or sugar coated, colored edibles
Instead of buildin' up a habit in them vegetables
Now early 30s, my blood pressure's incredible
Medical, yeah nigga I'm tellin' you
Covered in cars over community
Rappers influence your shootin' sprees
Turn around like that ain't got shit to do with me
Easy to record so ruthlessly
Rich niggas
[Bridge: Rick Ross]
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
[Verse 3: Wale]
Can't tell you 'bout that H dude
But I'll tell you 'bout this hate dude
And I'll show you where they raise a tool
Have a nigga late for the labels or the latest shoes
I'm from an era where gold trinkets could buy attention
And the hoes thinking might
Blow your winky for unknown emblem
Label whores that'll fuck a sale and suck a store
Left the pearl, dream of rose, but can't accord
A Ford, a Dodge, or afford
Where she end up on your knob
'Cause she has never been adored
Lord help us, my generation come to an end
Cause we all selfish, but livin' shallow, how we gon' swim?
I mean really why should I pretend?
Walkin' dead... my soul is possessed
I'm reppin' my set, no matter who posin' against
Once I got hot, they only good option to vent
[Bridge: Rick Ross]
[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]
Aye Ricky I'mma flip the mission
How 'bout poor niggas makin' rich decisions?
Poor niggas makin' rich decisions
That shit right there is more efficient
Poor niggas makin' rich decisions
Can't afford 'em but you still gon' get 'em
Buyin' jewelry but you know you're vision
Yeah... On a mission

[Intro]
Keep fighting till you overcome
In the jungle beat the drums
Ooooooo ooooooo
Victory I must get
Tell me can you feel my pain?
Noooo oooooo
[Verse 1: Wale]
Uh uh, yea I'm a Gladiator I'm a fighting champion a warrior
I'm a family man I gotta pay my dues but can't afford to run
Hold my head up high and never let up nah maybe it's foolish pride
And if I gotta lose then make me fall down four times, I get up five
I'm committed to this, I'm addicted to winnin but ain't livin for that
Tryin to get em to see
I don't do it for me as long as I'm givin civilians a hundred million percent
This is hard work, this is our turf, I'm a carry the city till my arms hurt
I'm a move make and never lose faith I know the easy plays do the hard work
[Hook x2: Wale]
No pain no gain
No strife no stripes
No blood no bash
For the burgundy & gold never hold nothin' back
No pain no gain
No strife no stripes
No blood no bash
For the burgundy and gold we gone always fight
[Verse 2: Wale]
Look we came to work, we came to win,
They came to watch so let the pregame begin
The defense will be sick, when we get up in
The trenches, relentless till we put up six
Where your focus at?
Where your soldiers at?
You never got to ask
It ain't no holdin back until we on the map
No pain no gain
Though it hurt I won't quit yea
And if I'm on one leg I'm a still be here all year won't sit
Stand tall for the whole team
Work hard when its dark keep focused
See the odds keep dodgin them all if you fall go harder
Cuz you here for a purpose

You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it
Bakin' on it, bakin' on it, bakin' on it...
As-salamu alaykum, homie
Got it, whip it, lost it, flip it
Now a nigga back to ballin'
Back to ballin', back to ballin', back to ballin'
I ain't even playing, homie
Got it, lost it, got it, spent it
Got it, now I'm back to ballin'
Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'
Nigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it
Got it, now I'm back to ballin'
Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'
Nigga, I seen her, booked her, took her to my hotel, no that's not my problem,
Problem, problem, problem
Cause I get right to the chicken,
Ain't trick with other bitches
Don't worry if I never call her
Call her, call her, call her (french)
Motherfucker, back to ballin'
You know my whips is foreign
Man, you niggas play the bench and you know my niggas startin'
Motherfucka, back to ballin'
I'm talking black Ferrari
Straight cash made a hundred forty stacks this mornin'
I'm talking ten chains, casino life
Red bottoms, mosquito bites
Bad batch, get your head cracked, Cee-lo dice
Motherfucka, back to ballin'
Start to finish, you start, I finish
Bottle after bottle like fuck my kidneys
Every time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallin'
Fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin'
Talk, all my niggas tore up from the floor up
And all those whips is foreign
Whips is foreign, whips is foreign, them whips is foreign
Nigga back to ballin'
Lil bit like Patrick Johnson
Never sold much dope, but I know
Some nights I heard that trap was callin'
Nigga, back to ballin'
KD, Rondo, and Lebronin'
Found life is about chasing dreams
Don't worry how I got these commas
Comas, commas, I'm a, rider
Lot of, ganja, e-z wider
But I paid five stacks for a garment
Leave the cherry up and a high set
Hugo boss be the outfit

Life's better when your niggas good, and your mama straight
I'm honestly still looking for some type of balance
Cuz the status got me jah tripping
Cuz I like my bitch, but I love these bitches on my dick
When spitting tell me what you feeling different knowing you's the bread winner
And it's rare you hear niggas say they can't feel you
But in your ears like he dope, just not dope enough
And the closest ho would be probin you to open up
And to do so you must roll one up
And it's lonely at the top
They say me that they feelin me
I eat this game and shit this out
My dirty draws got winning streaks
I'm in too deep, this industry is sayin to a nigga
Got change like them, just but ain't changed like them nigga nigga
The only shit on my old shit cuz I'm on shit
But I was pumpin in '06 with the slow shit
Now my dreams is nothing more than minimal thoughts
Machine gon fluctuate those speakers to God
And I'm tired though
And I'm high too
But it's like my music made these niggas turn they pride to fool
Yea, yall don't even gotta love us
But you better respect this motherfucker ah, you don't know shit
Satisfaction's for suckers
Satisfaction's for suckers
And yall don't even gotta love us
But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, real shit
See life better when you know you real
I know some niggas is winnin but ain't been home in years
Pray to not know the feeling, sitting on a couple million
Sipping pretentious liquids
Ease with they money when hella finding is on the trippin
Like you were flowed I bet yourself that you worth 60 mill
So we keep that circle small and never let no squares in there
It's double M G, I hope they know the set
Don't you cop a second whip unless yo mama out of debt
Shout out to my girls in Bola, be home in a minute yep
My nigga's at the rivers correctional, that's me in that vent
They thought I wasn't winning, the crew full of troubles
But I do, I fucked the game and came out a gold rapper
I should be loving my accomplishments
But a brand new Maserati got me plottin on another hit
Success is like a neverending battle
Well whoever at the top and if that's you you who you tryna hear
The top of my last shit, it's all that I ask er
I pray you forgive me if I don't bask in this chapter
I'm a legend out Georgetown, we talkin bout practice
Cuz in this establishment you ain't never established
Satisfaction's for suckers
Satisfaction's for suckers
And yall don't even gotta love us
But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, real shit
Satisfaction's for suckers
Satisfaction's for suckers
And yall don't even gotta love us
But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, real shit
This is the story about the price of fame
But the love for the dollar

[Intro]
The city outside is nothing but a flicker now
You see our friends to bed, you turn out the lights
I start to think you'll make a beautiful mother, I
I like to think I have everything I want from this life.
[Verse 1]
My life is your amusement, therapy is music
I'm a carousel of kerosine, don't you get this dude lit
Illuminati not, I dropped my bridges down
I will illuminate the sky, full moon though
June coming, due weather, El Diablo
But always seven hallelujas when I meet my mama
I ain't with the talking, I call them seven digits
How they come up quicker than prisoners getting conjugal visits?
As God as my witness I'mma talk to these niggas
It's not a problem, partner, get you some guap, but they listen
And all of us gifted, nigga, all of us gifted
I just toss syllables about as hard as Harvard admission
Know that lyric is that Zuckerberg though
Is that fuck the world riding algorithm with that flow
About to have a trick of soul, glad to give you niggas hope
Still it's hardly number one like I am passing kidney stones
Hold up, now it's coming to subliminals
Cause all their women feel me leaving flem upon my genitals
Getting dollars, don't get shot up, you caught up Interscope
They say the music business can lure a 100% of you, that's what's up
Wonder why I'm stingy with love
I'd rather give up a kidney, a bone marrow than trust
Alone drunk as a fuck, huh, need me a blunt, huh
Need me some girls, that's word to Lena and Judd, I'm high
[Outro]
And, for once there is nothing up my sleeve
Just some scars from a life that used to trouble me
I used to run at first sight of the sun

Stuntin' on these niggas every one of them
Ralph Folarin via untouchable double M
Genius, no bleachers, floor seat us
Dope thoughts, stack guap, every four Adidas
Twelve lines that can melt minds when it's hail time
That's why these bitches goin' down boy, I should sell sly
Lil sly fly nigga, my nigga
And this rap shit a circus I only ride for my niggas
And I know I use the n-word too much, and the b-word too much
I know I seem like I'm lunchin' but let me see
I make a dam by taking beavers to lunch
Suck your teeth all you want boy, your jawn on my jawn
Every nigga with commercial success is getting closer to helping mama go further from them
What's the purpose of working if you ain't touchin' the kids
What's the purpose of respect if both your mamas in debt
Dreamed of video vixens, verses on Drama cassettes
Now these ganstas is grillin', although they gotta respect
Good in all regions, the strippers say I'm G cuz I tip 'em
I'm talkin' G shit, and a nigga on repeatin' the trap
Shoutout to NO, on the for real though
The ho tellin', card 'em like incidentals
And I ain't even playin', this game is so mental
You keep talkin' 'bout potential, your career's an intro
An outro will keep his mouth closed
Just that flow he throw around be sellin' out shows
Life crazy, couple statements can buy you Mercedes
Quit your hatin' now baby that ain't how God made ya
Yeah I get it, want the best for my niggas
Few chains, more whips nigga, dominatrix
I said that before, but I'm more relevant now than when I said that before
When I left after school, a lot said I'd be broke
Allah knew I'd be good, so now I'm blessin' the folks
Try to stunt on my haters, give these young niggas hope
And with this drive I will traffic intellectual dope, you know
Aight, keep it goin', keep it goin' fuck it
Cause I'm the best with these quotes, don't be respectin' these hoes
She in the books, I'm in her head, that's no telepathy though
Can't stand it, nigga's famous, they can't mess with me though
They need to let that boy cook, I got that recipe, hold up
Who not respectin' me, confront me when correctin' me ho
You pull a string mattress oh, I make a symphony with foam
Orchestrate how I do it, off the top we official

Everybody ain't trippin', but they got toast
Nigga, we not dope boys, we just yacht, doe
Without a pot stove, nigga, make that pot roast
Nigga, I'm a humble nigga
Still come through and kick it
With the very same niggas that I came through with it
A miracle to girls with that lyrical appeal
Keep it real, y'all playing like American Apparel
Js DS, don't be lacin' them up
Y'all be makin' some money, but y'all be makin' shit up
Y'all be welling, embellishing, but forever irrelevant
They be saying whatever, but when they see me, they suckin' dick
It's hard to just love a woman, it's easy to fuck a bitch
?, seeing what Puggy did
That's why I be talkin' for every feature and cover
'Pparents(?) cause when I was hungry
kers ain't wanna hear it
aid that she tryin' go
That X-Box, they talking, they gave me gonzo
Y'all slow, my shows be all sold
In Norway, it's no way you're in Oslo
Ridin' with the Buddha, rockin' the Medusa
Got a lotta haters, they ain't cool enough to do it
Fuck the pistol, got a shooter, I am not thuggin'
Your little mixtape, who a nigga, get a budget
I put the city on, I kept the city on
Shout out to Cool & Dre, made another million
We added to the store, couple packs of the Swisher
Fuck a Benz, bag a bitch in a Maxima, chillin'
Ain't trickin' if you got it, I'mma get it
I ain't sayin' bitch, we're better, but these niggas not official
As I, all these niggas is hard?
They like giving a cough down to a nigga with SARS
Some niggas is real, a lot of niggas is soft
A lotta bitches be scarred, so I be sittin' in my car
I'm low-key, the most freaks that know me for reason
So 'bout that goat cheese, they won't be competing
Meaning, it's easy, we M.O.B.ing
So much that girls at the bank call me steezy
Wonder?, fuck ya, bad motherfucker
One man band below Raz on production
Come up in the booth salivating for the supper
And another finished booth,? man's just a hustler
Bad bitches in the front

[Verse 1:]
The nerve of these niggas, they acting like they done already made it
Practice make perfect, so perfect'll be my mama's maiden
These niggas lame and uneducated and constipated
What I lay every statement should be the defecation
My denim made by respected Asians, I dress amazing
My shirt so crazy I get away with some Sketchers Shape-Ups
Such a lie for I couldn't get up out these Nike's
Number five Tokyo don't even know the price
Bitch, we balling like we ain't harvesting for tomorrow
We ain't no gangsters, but we gone mob up before we borrow
Gold bottles, flow getting me Aziago
With braggodacio like Randy Macho Man out the toro
I'm a slim jim, it's designated to your lady
Now that Benz friend, I'm sliding in that new Mercedes
Or whatever her name is, she just likes to get famous
And I bet she see the light, know that's Benjamin Franklin
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Look, is this what you predicted? Look what you becoming
It's funny privacy limits even though I'm living with comfort
How can you really do it? How can you really love it?
When women who never loved you is showing you so much of it
Real niggas respect me, I ain't switch up my image
Real women respect me, they can tell that I listen
And little niggas is mad that I'm winning
They got opinions, but got no bitches
Won't pop a pistol, pop up a midget
God bless 'em, my cigar fill with all my stressing
Don't own a mirror, but made a million simply reflecting
Tell my respecters on Malcom X, I apply the pressure
Lucaya closed from a line of row, no lying, go check it
And I do this for the coaching
And I'm hoping I can motivate and do it big as Oprah
Word, real nigga shit, you might gone need some help
Hit the scene, guillotine, niggas head off theirselves

My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
She got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
Treat her good, make her call me in the morning
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
Temporary forever, levitate with a n****
I can teach you, till you hate me but you hate them naval kisses
We can do like 8 positions
Hit it til your make up missing
Baby girl my stroke official
And you know I paint that picture
Hoes on my line, most of ‘em 9′s
Couple of ‘em dimes but all my hoes is hard to find
And I ain't always on the prowl its just my soda mixed with brown
Got me quite open for a while
So let me in or let me out
And I like my marijuana bright
And I like my window tinted out
Shout out them strippers who hustle
Yeah George you know what this about
I just might throw a big amount
Don't know if I'm ‘posed to take you out
I just know I'm ‘posed to praise you up
Don't mean I ain't ‘posed to take you down
Word up
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad looking like a bag of money
E'rry time she f*** me she say “can I have some money?”
And I say “can I get a threesome?”
She say “boy, you funny”
But I be like foreal, just pick up that phone
Call on one of your girls
When I'm on that pill and I pop that perc
Girl I put in that work
Long as she come to me first
Its 14 racks what I put on that purse
Shit that Birkin bag, make the old dude mad
When I murk through passed in a dark blue jag
Say she like my style but I talk too fast
And I got that drive and she just might crash
Hold up
She say she f****** with me the long way
She gon' ride this d*** I had a long day
N**** look at my chick you looking the wrong way
Something mean, look exactly just like the song say
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
She got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it

Ayo I'm goin places, the all home lacin all occasions
And Lord gave me amazing thinking in short paces
Lay solo, forever flashy though I hate photos
Day 4, make er smile and make er moan though
Latent charmer but I'mma buy yo baby mama
I hate to say it a later moment I didn't warn ya
High roller, big spender
And my intentions to keep her on the sack, keep your sack spliffer
I'm that different, just got to react my adapters
I gathered a couple hundred thousand, I can't remember
They keep talkin and we keep winnin
Another say completions and police chalk em
Because of my bitch, the talkin is in her head, the streets will follow
I come from a place where my agent lives to see tomorrow
To eat your zone but each of them is known to still rob you
So chances over count relater but know the CT college
And those are the least of problems, I speak the goddess as I'm alright
My visions funny, 0-20-20's my on sight
Bad bitches with me, real niggas with me
Whole ghetto with me mixin kettle with the simply
Like the sweet English, find your peace baby
I know the millions will get and come with a billion haters, yea
Forgive, I'm a rider
Sure I'm just a simple man
All I want is money, fame
I'm a simple man
Lawwwwd
You know that I'm a rider
Tell em just a simple man
All I want is money, fame
I'm a simple man
Lawwwwd
I'm pickin the part, my wicked opponents
Get in my zone
Can join the soatie done cloned us
Lookin it close, see the resorts and see a... a loner
‘Cause all of the shit givin me grief also be givin me shit
Blow up a rap then and you black
Be blowin your phone up
Whenever you don't, usual homie hoe
Adult from show cuz
If you get that then roll out
If you get that there's no luck
Every move you make they got left
Every chick you like done got kids
And forget that check my friends
Every time you hip you need vet
For each friend you got that MO
I'm in a gang, livin with a deep bitch
I'mma ball like small for a code uh
Without the hate, where'd all the hate go?
Pockets tinkle on my dick, make the same news
I just came up, bitch you say I'm new
Get it, been this my heart that gave me yo finger
Forgive, I'm a rider
Sure I'm just a simple man
All I want is money, fame
I'm a simple man
Lawwwwd
You know that I'm a rider
Tell em just a simple man
All I want is money, fame
I'm a simple man
Lawwwwd
Forgive, I'm a rider
Sure I'm just a simple man
All I want is money, fame
I'm a simple man
Lawwwwd
You know that I'm a rider
Tell em just a simple man
All I want is money, fame
I'm a simple man

Turn a brick to a stone but you think we don't have a soul
As a kid need to grow, the powder's weight in gold
Getting blowed
Thinkin I'm so glad that I can't rap 'cause I can't move no dough
But I do know a few niggas that did and a few niggas that still
And a few niggas that's through or a few niggas that's dead
So fuckin 9 to 5, they clockin and tryna to survive
Cop a brick and supply 'cause nobody offerin jobs
Bricks build, buildings build, houses build neighborhoods
Better ripped than turned into a baller or a Davis shirt
Understated to say it hurts, I was optimistic
Tryna see my gang and whippin plain English that I was flippin
This college went out of his dollar pension
'Cause after 4 or 5 you don't got to have a college ticket
Bounce
But them niggas tryna hold my head and work this out
Countin numbers up in my head tryna build this house
Mama told me if I made my bed then I gotta lay down
But I never seem to keep these words all up out my mouth
Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas thinkin bout
Many niggas on the scene, ain't gotta dream it now
Tulio getting blowed
Thinkin I'm so glad that I can't rap 'cause I can't move no dough
But I do know a few niggas that did and a few niggas that still
And a few niggas that's through or a few niggas that's dead
Look, little niggas will shoot you, they got nothing to say
'Cause local celebrities only bout a brick away
If you still whip em he getting those from whippin yay
And you got no paper, you been so patient, come get some weight
Just think about it, come see your products
And you weekend shoppin, show people no people problem
I can see the problem, you nigga don't have no conscience
Can't shoot, can't blow but can rap
Young nigga don't have no option
Turn a brick to a stone tryna feed for my homie
From the powder to the power and the power turn to gold
Turning head with yo whip
Is it worth what you did?
A brick is a brick and a brick you can build
Turn a brick to a stone tryna feed for my homie
Trenches on the full, turn reefer to a homie
Turn the powder into power and the power to the homies
A brick with a brick to a brick you can throw
Build bricks
Bricks
Bricks
Bricks
Many years old, feds lookin for my moms
10 to 11 held my first gun
First time I held bricks I was getting construction
Tell me you puff a medical, gave him my introduction now
16, get them bricks for the 16
Course I'm rappin bitch but now wrappin bricks for 16
I was 17 ridin and then is all good
18 and 19 payin nothing over 20
And 1008 divided by 4 is 2-52
If you know what that mean you noticed it now
And if you don't learn how to divide nigga
I'm talkin bricks, no jump shots
I call it work, no punch clocks
But them niggas tryna hold my head and work this out
Countin numbers up in my head tryna build this house
Mama told me if I made my bed then I gotta lay down
But I never seem to keep these words all up out my mouth
Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas thinkin bout
Many niggas on the scene, ain't gotta dream it now
Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas thinkin bout
Many niggas on the scene, ain't gotta dream it now
Million to a stone, the stone to the sour
The show in the hood and you know that you could
The powder and the crack and the crack to the suns

They gotta feel like butter baby
Yea, hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
Yea, hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
Uh lets get it work
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck it
LA women in my stable none have been my donkey
Bulimic may be decent, said "baby you need Jesus"
Said "Ain't you Muslim Wale?" I said that ain't ya business
Go and mind it, bumpin Gold Alpinas
Rap while mix poetry quadrupled a nigga vagina
In take, take down, squad stay down
All my bitches in here that's 2-5, say "ooww"
Supercharged off that San Diego medical
And about a move contemplate on this revenue
And heaven knows what this money shit can do to you
But I ain't tryna?? for hoardin pharmaceutical
Elude the fame in the same breath pursue the loot
When you do your thing ya bang bitches then toodle-oo
Zanotti boots, Giuseppe's woo
She throw a fit she threw it at me I just threw the deuces
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
Uh lets get it, work
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
Uh lets get it, work
And I been cutting hoes off cuz I can't trust em
She switched sides on me other niggas fuckin
But I'mma bounce back like it ain't nothing
And you niggas could never see me
Talk shit but he wanna be me I don't drink Vodka-tinis
I fuck with that straight 'Gnac from here to the state cap
Wit bitches that lick sacks and niggas that shoot craps (yep)
So I don't give a fuck about a rap check (uh-huh)
Just cars and assets, rolexes with baguettes
Your bitches got bad breath, my bitches get mad pressed
Like "why you can't call me?" "damn, we just had sex" (uh)
Hella shows, hella girls, hella beats, crush em
At least hook a nigga up a English muffin
I wonder would she like me if I did construction
It's rules to the game you gotta read instructions
We can't split alimony
Just half of this macaroni have sex then we back to homies that's it
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
And I been cutting hoes off cuz I can't trust em
Haters fuck em, all my haters fuck em
Reason I ain't got no girlfriend cuz these bitches I can't trust em (Noo)
Police duck em, middle finger fuck em
I went from robbing to rich, I'm a scattish motherfucker
You's a mark, but that's a topic I don't wanna touch on
You the type that don't bust back when you get bust on
Get your bitch before I let her have it
If you don't wanna go to jail boy pay them taxes
Wale reached out (What Up) he a real nigga
I thought he ain't fuck wit a nigga like Tommy Hilfiger, salute
Them bitches from the club be boufed
The only reason we fuck wit em cuz we know they get loose
You got niggas ghost writin your hits
I got bitches from the Bay ghost ridin my dick
I'm so west coast, I used to be strapped on the metro
I remember asking niggas who had snaps on the petro

Ooooh... tryin' to stay in my zone
Watching enemies close; they be doing the most
So I go through the motions, yeah...
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
(Yeah, 2 Chainz!)
Good head is my motivation
Gas her up like a service station
Purple drank on you perpetratin'
While you perpetrating, I'm renegotiatin'
Ah, let me think about it
Ah, it's like a bank around me
When the soldiers with me it's like a tank around me
And I don't like niggas saying "can't" around me - I define the odds
Two Glock nines is my bodyguards, ain't nothing slick to a can of oil
Roll up, I'm high as fuck, some of you niggas ain't try enough
Some of you niggas ain't buy enough, you smoking good, put your lighters up
Ooooh... tryin' to stay in my zone
Watching enemies close; they be doing the most
So I go through the motions, yeah...
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Uh, a nigga like me don't smoke blunts so I keep those joints in rotation
Bad bitches calling the radio, keep my joints in rotation
Keep throwing money on her ass, she keep that joint in rotation
First I'm in a car and then another car, I keep them joints in rotation
And I'm hella faded - getting elevated
She give me them good brains - I'm getting well educated
Soon as them hoes see my car, they wanna jump right in
If you see my crib, you would think I was Malibu Ken
Pour a shot or two of gin, go and invite a few friends;
we done tried a few things now you tryna move in
You ain't gotta dude and so I got a few fans,
I'm a roll a few grams and follow through with the plan
Hold up! Pour some gin in her cup - she taking shots
Bend her down to the front - she taking shots
Ooooh... tryin' to stay in my zone
Watching enemies close; they be doing the most
So I go through the motions, yeah...
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
One more to get my lungs warm, two more to get me numb to it
Let me tell you niggas: feel this, he'll realize I gotta deodorize all the unsure
Made millions with Shawn Corey, (Chief) a lot, shout out (Reese) and them
Shout out Gleesh and Lil Meech, and peach Ciroc, can't see a nigga writing like an old sharpie
Like a nigga out the globe, with a nigga throwed, like a cornerback in the flat, nigga in the zone
Like an ornament on a tree, home in the tree; how you gonna eat? Carnivores need beef; well I need Beats
Been doing this, been proving it, now these niggas give it up like they do at Lent
I just be like "Yep!" then I get a rest, haters trying to fuck with me, give 'em nuts like a stewardess
[singing] Ooooh (hahaha)... tryna stay in my zone (heh)
I ain't ready to go, and I thought I was on
'Til I seen Puffy Combs (Whattup Puff?)
[rapping] Five blunts, nigga fired up, nigga might slide off with y'all joint
I got some later joints, and now joints, I got emergency hoes, like firetrucks
You a wannabe clone, you never authentic, you never boss up, we never see y'all out
You be frontin' too hard, you ain't viagra, you just wanna be hard 'til you see all us, ho
Ooooh... tryin' to stay in my zone
Watching enemies close; they be doing the most
So I go through the motions, yeah...
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Monogamy or whatever you call it
I'm starting to think it ain't for everybody
Most of us rushing into it anyways, you know what I'm saying
You ain't rushing for love, and I ain't up here to judge
Let's neglect the what if's and make it do what it does
Let's get it
Is it bad that I never made love, no I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck
I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to you
I can't promise that I'll be good to you
Cause I had some issues, I won't commit
No, not having it
But at least I can admit that I'll be bad noooooo to you (to you)
Yeah, I'll be good in bed but I'll be bad to you
Bad that I never made love, no I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck
Lets get it
Bad girls ain't no good, and the good girls ain't no fun
And the hood girls want a smart nigga, college girls all want a thug
So it seems we fiend for what we don't need
Got a thing for a queen who know when to leave
I'm not bout to judge you, don't judge me
You ain't gotta really sing about your rap sheet
Cause I heard you (bad nooo)
In the literal sense I mean that
Rough sex saying I love yah
But to kiss them saying you mean that
I know I just be calling her mean ass
Oh the irony, got the bomb indeed
But the problem is it's probably a deep past
Still I'm feeling of something I need bad
Thinking if I get her, I get her to need this
I don't need emotions to open your deep sea
I conceive an ocean by going between legs
Beg, nope, bed, floor, dope
Go, for it, couch, now
Slow, mo-tion, around, put it down
Lord knows she was going for the morn, hold up
Is it bad that I never made love, no I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck
I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to you
I can't promise that I'll be good to you
Cause I had some issues, I won't commit
No, not having it
But at least I can admit that I'll be bad noooooo to you (to you)
Yeah, I'll be good in bed but I'll be bad to you
Bad that I never made love, no I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck
Let me tell you about, look
She hurt feelings, she break hearts
She stay quiet, she play smart
She take pride, in going out
Getting hollered at, and saying nah
She no saint, but she don't pose
She don't wear make up by the boat load
Riding through lake shore with the nose up
She don't really date much but it slows her up
She got haters, but we all do
Heard you winter time cold, shawty fall through
Baby look at they approach how they court you
All those minds games nevermind cause they all lose
In the physical sense I mean that
I ain't tryna kiss up, suck up, feed gas
I ain't like them nigga you sucking your teeth at, nope
Play big, trust me I'll humble your mean ass, look
Shawty is actually in prevent
Cause the one in front is working deep threat, yep
Bed, floor, couch, more
More, shower, Lord, perm
Done, love, nah
Called in the morning cell number wasn't on, goddamn
Is it bad that I never made love, no I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck
I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to you
I can't promise that I'll be good to you
Cause I had some issues, I won't commit
No, not having it
But at least I can admit that I'll be bad noooooo to you (to you)
Yeah, I'll be good in bed but I'll be bad to you
Bad that I never made love, no I never did it

Shawty got a big ol' butt
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol' butt
Oh yeah!
Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool - I put the city on
Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool - then I put my niggas on
Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool - I ain't gotta say too much
It's rap anticipation keeping radiant stadium
Rap fool, see that from a block away
I ain't pessimistic but I dropped a couple not today
OOOOH - Bet she call you not today
I told 'em all my lot is out
I know the thing like scarlatine
Ooooh - I wonder if she shot up
I just know her favorite song is "Started from the Bottom"
And I ain't hating mama, fact I wanna take your number
Said you save yo bread from Magic something happened then went Wala!
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol' butt
Oh yeah!
Shawty come shake that ass for me
Let a trippy nigga see what you working with
Can you clap that ass, do a handstand, girl
Make you do a wiggle, do a perfect split
She got the fattest ass, she got the perfect tits
I wanna get some head, come on work your lips
I'm high in the clouds ain't coming down
I'm so turned up I can't find the ground
Supersonic nigga got me smoking weed by the pound
Make it flip
Juicy got chips like Frito-Lay
And I'm fucking these chicks out of D.O.A.
I'm so dopeboy fresh that you think that I'm selling blow tape
Your chick to be, I be a getting her pregnant in her throat
Shawty bust it open for me, I might throw this cash
Shawty throw that ass like a Hail Mary pass
I'm fucking me a new chick every night
Make that ass clap, I don't care about that cellulite
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol' butt
Oh yeah!
Clappers to the front, got a backwood full of skunk
Got a white boy with the funnel gentrifying, that's whats up!
Clappers to the front, got a [?] full of scum
Now she finna bust it loose, screaming rest in peace to Chuck
It's that DMV, at the KOD
And I can CC you these CC's
But don't be OC
Shout out to that cellulite
Got a real bad bitch that will sex you right
Got another bad bitch who set you right
Got a couple hoodrats on Section 8
Make a nigga cum, don't procrastinate
Ass saw a 5-0 come crack the case
Got ass for days, come activate
This ass on fire evacuate
Throw that ass in the air, evaporate
Where your money little bitch? Evaluate
If you got big money elaborate
I'mma shake this ass 'till I graduate
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol' butt

Yeah
So it's on me
So it's on me
So it's on me
I copped threes for the whole team
So it's on me
I copped threes for the whole team
Now we at the top
MJ, 88, and I ain't ever gonna stop
Carolina blue kicks
Hottest nigga on your block
I ain't J.R. Rider but them wolves coming for my spot
From the percentage of youngins winning without no college
I'm in my Laneys but nothing JV about this balling
I lost my deal, got with Will he seen a nigga genius
My rapping skills is on Chapel Hill but you ain't see it
Eyes low, pyro
Grape swisher, my 5's on
My opposition decline slow
My J's straight out of China like they be Cairo
Shout out to Tyga but my squad Balenciaga
One of the rarest in flyest niggas to rep the chocolate
It was all a dream, it was all a dream
Never Michael Jeffrey in 17s, I'm staying with my team
No bullshit loyalty rare
And don't worry 'bout it shawty we here
So it's on me!
I copped threes for the whole team
Now we at the top
MJ, '88, and I ain't ever coming down
Work
So it's on me
I copped threes for the whole team
Now we at the top
MJ, '88 and I ain't ever comin down
Work
And the people say
And the people say
Groupies everywhere, I'm mentally prepared
I got a black and red joint, I bet they thinking bred
They tryna see me fail
Just know my thinking and my sneakers rare
Get that Chi-Town love, I'm in Leaders gear
Bet they got they pom-poms up
Soon as I see O'Hare Seven
I make a damn movie fooly
I been the dookie
These rappers is Sam Bowie to me
I was a Bowie student
It wasn't really nothing
That's why I kicked it and blew grass like Boise punter
This is no Space Jam
I'm out the globe stunting
I'm a one man band, I prolly Jordan 1 em
And all my singles golden
I will not forfeit, this my defining moment you know
Seven Eleven, yea I got 'em open
Eleven pair of 7s, they touching my rap touring
It was all a dream, it was all a dream
And when I'm 45, do it like I'm 23
And premature, tell me I'm wrong if a nigga swing I feel it jack
I was just waiting 'til the sixth ring
So it's on me!
I copped threes for the whole team
Now we at the top
MJ, '88, and I ain't ever coming down
Work
So it's on me
I copped threes for the whole team
Now we at the top
MJ, '88 and I ain't ever comin down
Work
And the people say

I promise it comes with the guilt
How awesome is this narcissism?
You save your hard earnings to pay for these nigga's opinions
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
I said it ain't on me so I need more bottles
Okay these lames gon' see that I need more hotter
See I got it till 10 cause my T cost dollars
Swear my chain so big that it by my collar
Cold stunna,
Rose-gold for something
Concordes where the shit are these oceans 11's
Club jumping
And it's like I got a black heart
Ever since I swiped that black card
And I gave that shit with 10 deals
Let these niggas know we in the building
Because I spend these 7 bills
Tryna give me all their feelings
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
Now look at me, look at me,
How much vanity do you see?
Ya ain't pay up for no pussy but you pay for what she see
M.O.B., M.O.B.
Yes, as far as I can see
But these broads jocking me is validating my conceit
Obviously show you rare
Don't you wonder why she hit
Open bottles, open convos, open wallets, open legs
Open cleavage, open eyes, open wide, open thighs
Oh behave
My old school got more vroom than your new ride
Look at me, look at me
Now he creeping up the street
Got a thousand on that V, got you stunting on a G
Ran, damn, plan, scheme
Just to show you that he got it till they hot for that VI
Watch them plot it while they watching
Way before these bitches
Niggas dying over process,
Bitches dying for attention,
Niggas drop it just to plop em
Is it really that important, is it really that serious?
I'm curious, this really shit we livin for opinioners
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
We're fucking up the club now, club now
Don't stay on the Rose now, Rose now
They say how far we pulling in, pulling in
Watch me make me do me thing, do me thing
We're fucking up the club now, club now
Don't stay on the Rose now, Rose now
They say how far we pulling in, pulling in
Watch me make me do me thing, do me thing

Ooooh... tryin' to stay in my zone
Watching enemies close; they be doing the most
So I go through the motions, yeah...
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
(Yeah, 2 Chainz!)
Good head is my motivation
Gas her up like a service station
Purple drank on you perpetratin'
While you perpetrating, I'm renegotiatin'
Ah, let me think about it
Ah, it's like a bank around me
When the soldiers with me it's like a tank around me
And I don't like niggas saying "can't" around me - I define the odds
Two Glock nines is my bodyguards, ain't nothing slick to a can of oil
Roll up, I'm high as fuck, some of you niggas ain't try enough
Some of you niggas ain't buy enough, you smoking good, put your lighters up
Ooooh... tryin' to stay in my zone
Watching enemies close; they be doing the most
So I go through the motions, yeah...
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Uh, a nigga like me don't smoke blunts so I keep those joints in rotation
Bad bitches calling the radio, keep my joints in rotation
Keep throwing money on her ass, she keep that joint in rotation
First I'm in a car and then another car, I keep them joints in rotation
And I'm hella faded - getting elevated
She give me them good brains - I'm getting well educated
Soon as them hoes see my car, they wanna jump right in
If you see my crib, you would think I was Malibu Ken
Pour a shot or two of gin, go and invite a few friends;
we done tried a few things now you tryna move in
You ain't gotta dude and so I got a few fans,
I'm a roll a few grams and follow through with the plan
Hold up! Pour some gin in her cup - she taking shots
Bend her down to the front - she taking shots
Ooooh... tryin' to stay in my zone
Watching enemies close; they be doing the most
So I go through the motions, yeah...
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
One more to get my lungs warm, two more to get me numb to it
Let me tell you niggas: feel this, he'll realize I gotta deodorize all the unsure
Made millions with Shawn Corey, (Chief) a lot, shout out (Reese) and them
Shout out Gleesh and Lil Meech, and peach Ciroc, can't see a nigga writing like an old sharpie
Like a nigga out the globe, with a nigga throwed, like a cornerback in the flat, nigga in the zone
Like an ornament on a tree, home in the tree; how you gonna eat? Carnivores need beef; well I need Beats
Been doing this, been proving it, now these niggas give it up like they do at Lent
I just be like "Yep!" then I get a rest, haters trying to fuck with me, give 'em nuts like a stewardess
[singing] Ooooh (hahaha)... tryna stay in my zone (heh)
I ain't ready to go, and I thought I was on
'Til I seen Puffy Combs (Whattup Puff?)
[rapping] Five blunts, nigga fired up, nigga might slide off with y'all joint
I got some later joints, and now joints, I got emergency hoes, like firetrucks
You a wannabe clone, you never authentic, you never boss up, we never see y'all out
You be frontin' too hard, you ain't viagra, you just wanna be hard 'til you see all us, ho
Ooooh... tryin' to stay in my zone
Watching enemies close; they be doing the most
So I go through the motions, yeah...
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Wale in the buildin'
D.C. in the buildin'
My name Wale Folarin, larin
And I came here to party, party
You not built for no drama, drama
They just tough when they talkin
Chill
And I will not stop
Wale Folarin I am hip-hop
I spit hot, this shit so pop
Burn my wirstwatch like the top of a cop
Car, but I don't run with the fuzz, don't run I fly
Drugs in my lungs, pounds in my jeans
BBC on T.V. BBC
Streets on fire I need to leave
I'm Stayin Alive, I'm so Bee Gees
Wyclef Gene, Jean
Please my product calls for no squash
Bathin' Ape a bitch or King Kong
Come to my place and take the things off
You will jump off I need to jump off
Hop in my car and we can play ball
We be on green like weed and playin golf
Bitch Kick game like I play football
Got so many hoes you thought I'm Julard
Symtex says they know who I are
So I made songs for ya'll, ya'll, and ya'll
Icy shock, no other more
Haters in the way can't stop my hit
If you want mercy than stop the diss
I'm the shit I ain't ever letting up
Symtex said they ain't better than us
So that's what's up, and that's what's dope
The ultimate warrior shaking on ropes