Wale - Roof lyrics

[Hook: Unknown] This is how we run it down the line You rock your way and I rock mine You got eight balls and I got nine If you okay, well then I'm fine This is how we run it down the line You rock your way and I rock mine You got eight balls and I got nine If you okay, well then I'm fine [Verse 1: Wale] As the image of 'Pac still reigns in the face of the culture The game change quick like it's modeling and couture Although pure, I'm tainted with the image My presence official; Mama knew that I'd be gifted Now, unwrapped to run rap, the untapped Market, this is Brita come and get your gla** I'm kicking raps; I'm taking names I make currency out of worrying, for surely I can make it rain I'm simply saying that I can't care less Their aim's so plain to a lyrical air-jet Delirious, they are, having a world with words Their disturbing the church, the great god of the metaphor The hallelujah, the righter of the writer movement Disciple students, I provide the tutoring You can't f with it, you're knew to this No, you can't f with it like a neutered pet [Hook] [Verse 2: Wale] Truthfully, I don't care what they think of me Them dudes straight cookies, lingering in lingerie Mama told me there'd be days like this But I ain't never ever think there'd be a day like this. No Police watch like j**elers; They stay on us tight like their wallets on, wallets on frugal You ain't close; I'm a new bold, too tall You ain't nothing but a cool coach, Luke Longly My arm reach well exceeds y'all The birds love it and the GAP girls fiend for it Police warrant says, "Need to know more, jo" As long as you flash dreads and cornrows The strong arm of the forces have forced me Off balance like a formation offset Line. I tend to audible the mind You fell in love with a trifle in design Uh. Wale [Hook] [Verse 3: Wale] Wa-le The lies, they conspire Do it the whole time Although they seldom try They'll never be defined like Street slang. One time for the peace, man If you ain't heard, brothers crooked in PG, man If that ain't bad enough, these kids busting over dumb beef You'd think they had enough No. More beef, more b**hes, more bodies Everybody nay-saying like hip-hop defined us If that's normal, I'm a hip-hop defiant Fire in the eye, cyclops desire I write the rhyme, get my block inspired My block, then your block, until I retire And I will not slide, no. I'm born for the Metro Embody every block. I'mma walk it, leggo Run until my leg go. Pedal 'til my metal fall off When I talk, brothers follow my echo [Hook] x 1/2