Wale - The Intro About Nothing lyrics

[Wale] Time to clock in, baby [Jerry Seinfeld] Yeah [Wale] You ready? [Jerry Seinfeld] Yes, I was ready last time [Wale] We gon' call this "The Intro About Nothing" It's gon' go like this: [Chorus] Lord, my all, what you think of it? Been on this long road accumulating luggage As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it's 'bout that I sing of nothing Sipping wine, sipping wine, cause my Henny finished Hard to be friendly with women who've seen too many n***as So I keep my circle small, you need reduction Never too much friends, what is your circumference? I swear to God, times is hard, but they're getting better Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive Gubana made the level, and I never missed a supper But still my hunger's like a f**ing model at a buffet I'm with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any better But dollar signs never mind, and he keep a zero And if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaks And leave the room when a n***a try to sleep with 'em Getting high, getting by, watching time fly Tell my n***as, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride Young, wild n***a living the dream Although I'm not who I'm destined to be They keep saying, "Grow up" [Chorus] I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet But in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my sh** in check And sh** get easier when dreams of chasing respect Get realized, and ain't no team invading your set Getting high, getting by as my mind fly Just bought my homie a Roley simply to pa** time And on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by your side And if life is short then we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five Severed ties with any n***a who covet mine And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes But I gotta do it, these n***as need provocative music And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence Rapping and music, a bunch of b**hes acting too foolish You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly Getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud It's a shame n***as lame, but I'mma hold it down Let my bread roll, never let my friends go That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your f**ing crown Getting high, getting by, watching time fly Tell these n***as I'mma get 'em every other time Young, wild n***as sit in your seat Know every weekend every liquor for free [?] b**h, I sow what I reap Double M genius, make these b**hes so deep I make these n***as' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak Put my cardio in the audio, you missin' the beat I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets Outstanding, sh**ting on n***as, but you sit when you pee Hold up I figure, they don't care nothing 'bout albums So why not give 'em an album about - [chuckles] Hey, you better sing that sh**, n***a This how you start the motherf**ing show [?] The moons in the motherf**in' sky, all rise [Chorus]