Wale - The Bmore Club Slam lyrics

Basically like it's this big DC Baltimore like, myth thing But it really is no tension Even though 92Q does not play my records And I do not know why But uh, yea they don't play my records My cousin who plays Chris Partlow is in the studio right now He's not gunna do no drop, cuz we don't give a f** about that sh** in our family Um, only thing that's important to us is just making sure you bring like plantain on Thanksgiving But anyways, um, so 92Q don't play my records, and I don't know why It's all good, I love Baltimore, I got a lot of friends You know, I'm saying I know a lot of the um, 5 percenters that's out in Baltimore Shout out my man, Los Um you know, shout out K-swift She's not a 5 percenter but shout her out Scottie B what up Um you know, Mark Clark, J Claxton Pork Chop, Shawn J Um you know, everybody I see you out there Bossman, Mulli-man, everybody out there doing their thing, whatever But, I just wish I could get some more love on the radio Baltimore You know and it's all good, man I'm 5 minutes away Man I'm in Largo, Maryland, man I'm like 10 minutes on 95 So I made this little song, me and Scottie B put this sh** together [Hook:] Du-duh duh, Du-duh duh, Du-duh duh [x8] This what I call the ELEVATOR! This what I call the ELEVAATTTORRR! YOU! You know! YOU! You, you YOU KNOW! YOU! You know! YOU! You, you YOU KNOW! WA, WA, WA, WA, WA, WA, WA, WA WA, WA, WA, WA, WA, WA, WA, WA! Time after time, my timing impeccable Peek at the time, mind invincible Round and round, I'm here to sphere the squares And clear the air My circumference, y'all can't near I'm in here like antlers Yea, I am out of this world Literally, out of my dome Out of my mind, making it harder to breathe n***a I'm Adam Levigne This is a breeze to me, the industry I read you n***as like literature Gucci sneaks, my green is up My Leisure suit, I BBC Yea, me on the BBC and El Dien with Mark, and them [Hook] KICKS! Don't know the cost of them Cuz those don't fall til' August here Then! Whenever August here, I'm walking in my March apparel Yea, n***a I'm eons away Proven my case, I feed off a J Hov, yea, Mr. Carter Aristocrat for Hip-hop artists Sip the Merlot, grip a darling Darling you in the game, I'm balling No, I ain't your man from Harlem, Joe I'm on a roll, of margarine, no No longer a n***a is starving So, I could share money with all them Like, like, my n***as who need it I be the reason n***as believe in [Hook] n***a believe in, follow the leader Raunsh a dat a cleaning NO [?] Excuse my speech, but climber know Freaks to me is dominoes Down a ho, you don a ho I pounce a ho, then vamanos Sitting, you talking, you Donna Hue n***a, I look like a don to you A darker hue, I'm sharp as Hue I'm Shaq to your Udonis dudes Donatello, I off the disc You are convinced that I'm the sh** If time's sufficient enough, revisit the track And tell me I'm wack, you lying Tell me you bustin' your gats, you lying n***as is runnin' they trap in line n***a I'm Nas, n***as is Pras n***a I'm Nas, n***as is Pras n***a I'm Nas, n***as is Pras n***a I'm Nas, n***as is Pras Well ah, hell well Well ah, hell well Well ah, hell well Well ah, hell well Fine, f** it, done fin Fine, f** it, done fin Fine, f** it, done fin Fine, f** it, done fin Fine, f** it, done fin Fine, f** it, done fin Fine, f** it, done fin Out til' next time, ONE!