I try to tell them I'm one of the
Best thinkers of this cla** I'm in
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'mma let the chips fall
n***as is Kemba Walker tryna see me pitfall
n***as is starring like a synagogue: think about it
Centerfold b**hes prolly couldn't get a drink up out me
They say I need some guidance
But I think they need a stylist
b**h you should see my wallet
This b**h gonna need Pilates
And you can't see Folarin
What the f** are you, retarded?
I ain't hugging the corner, but I hustle so enormous
A modern day Goodfella, I'm Ray Liotta
Loud smoking so pa** the L like a semicolon
The Bentley is rented but I got many chauffers
Foamposites if you ain't got em then you penny-loafing!
Under-rated that's temporarily for the moment
Only marry your woman if mama cold as Willona
See, I'm second to no one
I'm the messenger-poet
They slowly showin they colors
They music good but they bogus
Wale
[Hook x3]
They talkin
Talkin bout Folarin
[Verse 2]
Verse 2 gon be f**in with verse 1
Especially when you're writing sh** that can never be done, Joe!
That Kevin Love flow
Bored of the shooters
My women be in the newest
Yo b**hes should buy a loofah
Where I'm from they is ruthless
Babies turn into shooters
Crazy talking and foolish
You catch a shell like a Koopa
And I don't give a f**, see my b**hes is kama sutra
One of them b**hes is cute, the rest of them congruent
Why you talking my n***a? Just go and do it
n***as awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music
I'm trend-setting, despite of a awful debut
Still got me another deal because any n***a in music
The remedy is get your hustle on
f** a broad unless you love a broad
Well in that case, brother, then love her hard
Put my trust in my dog
Put my trust in my God
'Less you Stabler and Benson, I don't f** with the law
[Hook]