Wale

[fox69]

"The Break Up Song"

"The Break Up Song"


[Verse 1]
Yeah
See, breaking up is hard to move along is even harder
It's over she got colder now can't locate where her heart is
And I'm just being honest, since we not even talking
My mind won't let you go
Shit even considered stalking naw
You know I be teasin' though
You know that my ego won't
Thought this was forever love
Guess that was just seasonal
She got back with her old boy
She's probably had a reason though
Although thought that we would grow
Guess I wasn't feasible
But we ain't gonna be beefin though
I missed you at my recent show
I speak to CJ Often and
Sometimes I just wanna speak you up
Yeah, hit you up, or call you up, or send a text
Your new man got my respect
So if I do call it's just to check
Heard that you alright though
My nigga for life though
It's funny how this life go
We love for a while then a light goes
Took me a while just to write those
Pride I had a fight so I'mma stop right here
And I know you don't care
But I hope you got that bite boo

[Verse 2]
Yea tell me bout the love of ours
Contemplate I wrote about it
We no longer close or nuttin
That's why she ignore my flowers
And my call and my text
Spendin her time wit him I guess
I regret some shit I did
But darling is yall intimate
Who was better I know I was
Don't you lie don't blow my buzz
You ask me who I'm strokin now
I said that the pool is closed
Can we stay broken up
And all these pages close em up
I hope we both do learn from this
So my next don't don't gotta be so rough
Gotta get better wit time
Relationships should never rewind
Better leave it all behind
Guess that mean you could never be mine
Well ummm there's a but
Without your love it's cold as fuck
Life is a movie we both say cut
But most times darlin the sequel sucks.

 

[fox69]

"The Breeze (Cool)"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa and Tre of UCB)

"The Breeze (Cool)"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa and Tre of UCB)



George: *coughs* I got the will power
Elaine: Oh, I don't like this one bit!
George: *coughs* I can't stop now! I'm addicted!

Cool as a summer breeze
Pimping is nothing to me
Roll up the purple and breathe
Sit back and roll up the weed
Them niggas be talking but them niggas is nothing to me
Who here is fucking with me?
It's not a discussion I be
In my own class bitch I them cold raps
I fuck the world and fuck yo girl and give em both an orgasm
Leave yo show canceled
Leave em with no answer
The master of my domain
Yes I am no Costanza
First I had potential
Now I got them answers
I'm smoking on that voodoo
And that's word to Papa Shango
Cooler than a fan circulatin
When they dancing in my face if I get one chance, I'ma take it
So, Lord forgive me for my indirect sinning
Am I cheating on these women if I'm getting naked pictures from another, a lover
I want her but lemme be 100
See, monogamy's redundant
Sometimes you find the one
Sometimes you give it up
Sometimes you buy the ring with no problems
You in love
Sometimes it aint whassup
Sometimes it you play the fool
But right now I'm doing me and it's fine
Nigga its cool

[Chorus:]
I hear em talking
All saying they doing they thing but they not like me
I'm getting all this loving all this money
That's how it is and how its gone be
When you balling, when you ballin
Watch the niggas on the sideline hatin
But I'm too high to hear what they saying, sayin

Definition of cold
Ice 30 below
Champaign foreign names in my pool
Take you home let you sleep in my clothes
Roll some weed the homies aint gotta know
Get you high
Keep it on the low
All this paper I fold
Meetin n'fucking hoes on the road
Is taking its toll
Now how you think don't even speak unless you talking Franklins
Ran outta weed but bought a joint to bake
(Nigga its cool)
So cool my bitch got no shoes
My whip is new but I'm playing old school
Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose
Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news
Haterin on my team until they see we wont loose
I used to be a player
Now I coach fools
On how to get they money, live it and just spend it just like you posed to
Call some bitches to roll through and it cool

What is hittin' for
My niggas is winning though
Everywhere i'm at I make you feel like it is 10 below
It aint nothing yo
Let me change the temperature
and do i need to mention when

a-a-and then

What is hittin' for
My niggas is winning though
Everywhere i'm at
I make you feel like it is 10 below
It aint nothing yo
Let me change the temperature
and do i need to mention when

a-a-and then

I hear them talking and they all saying they doing they thing
but they not like me
I'm getting all this lovin'
all this money
that's how it is and how it's gon be

a-a-and then

when you're ballin
when you're ballin
you can see 'em major fans watch em niggas on the sideline hatin' (sideline hatin')
but i'm too high up i cant hear what they sayin'

a-a-and then

Back in my zone
Fresh out the B.E.T izzy
Shoutout Bieber and Nicki
Tell Mr. Hill we aint trippin
We cool
I'm blowing sticky
I'm blowing out of that lex
I'm living with no regrets
While I'm getting over my ex
Access Granted take a step up in my world, cuz
My niggas is thorough cut
Sipping hella Earl cuz
Oca, hol' up
I got bitches sewed up
What yall niggas know about it?
My kick game is world cup
World cup I know that they don't get me
I keep them bitches clean
Though my sneaker game is messy
Due to my underselling
No I did not get that Bentley
But this AMG wont do for nothing
And you niggas wont catch me
Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition
Said I just wanna rep my hood so I'm good if I don't get rich
I'm good if yall don't listen
Just catch me out the District
And I'm probably in some limited shit they aint never shipping
Sometimes you do get dough
Sometime you get the cheese
Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see
Sometimes you do get broke
Sometimes you be on E
But for now, just roll it up and just become one with the Breeze

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"The Chicago Falcon (Remix)"
(feat. The Budos Band)

"The Chicago Falcon (Remix)"
(feat. The Budos Band)



Eye of the tiger, no I'm never lying
Seven shots down, I'm on that lean like a diet
Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant
Lean like them DC Powders, them DC pirates
Cause they be on their water
Pushing pills now they're off green like a golfer
Nigga want beef, yeah go for it, put them in a hole like a gopher
Then get ghost where they go-force
Yeah, I'm Carl Lewis in his go-form
Sideways talk, Dave Carr when I throw for 'em
I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him
I got a liable larynx, my throat warm
I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm
Battling the Eskimos with no coat on
So hold on, blood pumps DC
But I get dap everywhere that I be

I'm the best, even when I'm cynical
Angle these beats like a pentagon
Whenever my pen [?]
Ain't nothing here minimal
Counting my bread, my account like a brunch at a synagogue
Get it ya'll? That's a whole lotta bagels
See me off the bay with San Quinn in a beige coupe
A very bad man, you can ask Babu
I get sign field (Seinfeld[?]) with these rhyme skills
I'm Larry David, gimme my paper
It's a cost more (Cosmo[?]), like Jerry Sein neighbor
My Costanzas stand like Phantoms or Maybachs
You won't get a lane (Elaine[?]) if you came wack
I hate rap like Kramer hate blacks
Still no label Wale ain't passed
But now I'm on Allido and everybody gassin'
Mark gave me a check and some dap

 

[fox69]

"The Cliche Lil Wayne Feature (It's The Remix Baby!)"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"The Cliche Lil Wayne Feature (It's The Remix Baby!)"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Hook:]
I'm just doin' what I got to do
Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots
Flyer then the rest of them
Flyer then the rest of them
Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots
Flyer then the rest of them
Flyer then the rest of them
Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots
Still got my nike boots [x8]

It's the return of the ambassador heard you bammas sassin'
Now I'm laughin' cause I'm passing ya
Yeah
And bammas rap but, they lack the passion for it
They lack the vision young Folarin now can labrador em
I reel them in, Goadomes on see
I'm on my scott storch staying clear of Timbalands
Yea
I be clever no thug but the street love em
YBM and EMP it's like we brothers
And peace Harlem and the Dipset phenomena
D.C. got you we got them like you got 'em on... yeah
Yea my fan base pilin' on... yeah
My haters need Tylenol
And by the way I seen the iTunes hatin'
I think it's more racist than ratings
Anyways give it up the capital the nation
Where weapons similar to dry grapes
Or babies they raisin

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne:]
If it's bullshit you want, bullshit I shall
Yea I'm a kick it off nigga heads and tails
Red lobster everyday shrimp heads and tails
And bad bitches give me head and tails
And bad bitches give me head and tell
See I'm ahead but you stay the snail
I move they see the back of my Nikes
Got to the end of the tunnel
And I was the light
Always strap so I was alright
Naked woman rub my back
And ask me how was my night
I say 'bitch stay out of my business'
When we fuck she say
'Just stay out of my kidneys'
I say 'don't say it if Simon didn't'
And America idolize a nigga
But they better cause bitch I'm me
And you are you too, but bitch I'm three
I be

[Hook]

The revolution has arrived
Luchador like I been masked but still remain fly
That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with
Young Rey Mysterio mixed with Chavo Guerrero
Flyer than the rest of them make 'em all remember me
Make 'em all similar to mind of an elephant
Mine reeks excellence y'all reeks estrogen
Everybody know me like the Contra code for extra men
Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone
Train of thought running like it's Kenyan I carry on
Been in more beef than Jerry Yum's, I buried 'em
Always next to Madness like Kenyon, carry on
Flyer them the rest I told you I'm ish
Watch me exercise my excrement while sending messages
DMV's messenger love it so I'm reppin' it
Hail to the Skins rest in peace Sean Taylor 1

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"The Cloud"
(feat. Tiara Thomas)

"The Cloud"
(feat. Tiara Thomas)



[Wale]
They More Nothing
One Two One One Two
One Two One One Two
One Two One

[Tiara]
Lets Get High Kill These Lows
Lets Give Up Debt To The Bone
Blowing Trees Yeah We Do The Damn Thing All The Weekend Weekend

Lets Get Up Lets Get Down
Come Wit Me You'll Smoke Around
Beggin Please Don't Be Shy No It Ain't No Secret Secret

[Wale]
Yeah Wale

Yeah A Nigga Been Coit (Yeah)
Married To This Rap Shit And Ya Just Go Wit It
Oh Here We Go Again Eyes A Lil Lower I Be Four To On When I'm Three One Oh In It
High Grade Karma Pass Me The Ganja
I Swear To God I Hit It Like I'm Gracie Ablaba
Far From Alarm I Just Park Wit My Problem I Probably On A Star Bitch I'm Farther Than A Martian
Pardon My Absences I'm Actually Far Out Of Town Wit A Pound
Bitch I'm Parked On A Comet Fried
Than A Mugg OG Kush I Need Another Name Huh Starts In The Garden
Holla Shes Chung And Florarin Only Get High When My Lows Come Often
Hoes Out In Boston Hoes Out In Crofton Hoes In Dakota My Hoes Keep Talking
Huh All We Ask Is Trust All We Ask Is Good To Deberate The Dutch Never Late For Lunch Never Suede The Uh If You Killin Your Lows Then Hunny Raise Up

Lets Give Up Smoke That Dro We Gonna Smoke Till We Cant No More
Smoke That Weed Then We Do The Damn Thang Every Evening Evening
Lets Get Smack Lets Get Fried Lets Do Anything You Like
Huh I Cant Sing It Tc You Got It
Uh Lets Go

[Tiara]
Lets Get High Kill These Lows
Lets Give Up Debt To The Bone
Blowing Trees Yeah We Do The Damn Thing All The Weekend Weekend

Lets Get Up Lets Get Down
Come Wit Me You'll Smoke Around
Beggin Please Don't Be Shy No It Ain't No Secret Secret

Lets Get High Kill These Lows
Trees Yeah
All Weekend
Lets Get Up Lets Get Down
Boy You Know ill Smoke You Out
Haha No Secret

 

[fox69]

"The Crazy"

"The Crazy"



Do you think I'm crazy
Do you think I'm out of my mind with this tape
Rap is out of shape, so I just wanna taper
And then give it a shape up
My flow is a razor's edge Chico

How can I convey this
How can I portray this
How can I relate this image with the same list of lyrics so I changed up
From fear of the same stuff, I give them the tailor
Made from the brain of me, most genius
Always I appreciate it, when they leave us
No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit
When they try to teach us, we be in the bleachers
When they are deceased every player turn blue-chip
Same thing with this music
Those who've grown immune to it make they own taste to produce it
Either in the visual, lyrical or audio
Clothing line struggle til the proper nigga on it
But who on it first usually gets laughed at and sassed
And they say I'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Do you think I'm crazy, crazy, crazy
Do you think I'm crazy, crazy, crazy

I swear they think I'm crazy
Too much percussion and bass when I take beats
God gave me wisdom and you disbelievers atheists
While I'm making history
Like I drew attemtped, curriculum, get me
Ain't he, ancient like the pharaoh
Lil' more dinero
Denim front been still kickin' ten zero
Yeah, I am crazy, hoppin' off the wall like Vega
They vaguely decipher my language
Outta my mind, come and chase me
Rich off of Grammer like I'm managing Frasier, Cheers
Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow
Right flows down and they might go nice
A low life's plight
I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child
I'm fuckin' paramount, I hope they understand that
Light over heads mean I'm right where they head is
Pause, epiphany
Y'all, ironically, normal, and Nermal, from Garfield, you're kitten me

Do you think I'm crazy
Do you think I'm crazy

It's obvious I'm crazy
Besides Black Thought, Ye and Jay-Z
Told you Camp Lo was my favorite
They was on that Mase shit
I was on my sway shit
How can I persuade more heads to hear this great shit
I just stop trying to
Had to get my mind on what I do
They would not oblige to a mind who inclined or flying over climbers
Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander
Walking on the ground
An iPod mind to you Walkman guys
But I apologize for not walking you around
Cuz I acknowledge I am far more knowledge
They are more garbage and I am so Nasir
Yeah, and I ain't saying that I'm Nas here
I'm just saying rap's dead when I'm not here
Bring it back, I ain't saying that I'm Nas here
I'm just saying rap's dead when I'm not here

 

[fox69]

"The Curse Of The Gifted"

"The Curse Of The Gifted"


[Verse 1:]
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

[Hook:]
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

[Verse 2:]
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

[Hook x2]

[Outro:]
This is the story about the price of fame
But the love for the dollar
Is because they cannot change

 

[fox69]

"The Deep End"
(feat. Pusha T)

"The Deep End"
(feat. Pusha T)



[Intro:]
Man you the black God [?], man. Let these peoples understand the full magnitude of what we representin'. You hear me? From [?] down to Lewisburg, the [?] you hear me? Man we blue moons homie, we come out every now and then. So if they ain't gonna get down with the network and they got their hand out, fuck it, let 'em drown
If it's fuck me, it's fuck you too

[Hook - Wale:]
Let 'em drown, let 'em drown, let 'em drown
Keep no squares in the circle so it's real niggas 'round
One more time, let 'em drown, let 'em drown
May you never back down, real niggas back in style
Comin' through, if it's fuck me, it's fuck you too
Comin' through, if it's fuck me, it's fuck you too
If it's fuck me, it's fuck you

[Verse 1 - Wale:]
Said Folarin's with the shits
No more sorry for these suckas, tell 'em all, "Suck a dick"
Off the real, man retarted with this bitch
Bumped Tha Carter 2 in college, tryna find a few positions
Yeah I'm good, with the field, with the bitches
Every class had a ten in it so ask my attendance
Hundred niggas, sucka niggas, sneak dissin', cool our people too
But I'm too cool for beef with niggas, just use that as [?] you
But truthfully who are these niggas? Like really, who are you niggas?
Wal-Mart is hiring but they're tryna be Target niggas
Watch how you're talkin', boy I'm a boss, you just bossy, nigga
Sugar that's in your tank, why you so salty, nigga
Pardon the posture, come from reclining with model bitches
Not as in this music, Boosa pull up and put hollows in 'em
Hallelujah, damn, let 'em drown
Tend the blood, lil nigga, wipe 'em down
I be with bangers, Meechi & Toby, they in the cut
Women c-section and of course we get in them guts
I keep it G for years, they can't keep it up a month
By way of that double M, got hit by that double R
Them fuck niggas fucked up, I fuck their bitch, I might never call
Since niggas love actin' I had them casting with caviar
Sleep with the fishes, look at all the people he feedin'
Look at all the zeros he keepin', look at all that [?] receiving
Be by them people deceivin', lyin', they triflin', nigga
My young bitch spoon with yah just to knife up a nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Pusha T:]
Don't talk about it, be about it
Call me Hush Money Push, you can read about it
My portfolio cause Polio
Under the hood like a rodeo
Inside like Rodeo
The owner is the model so the model sign the payroll (Yuugh)
Follow me, niggas
Nah, fuck that, model me, niggas
The shearling is Prada, the peacoat Chanel
Powder face like a ghost, supreme clientele
The first Noel with a scale
My prints in the snow leave a trail
I can't validate what they sold, bro
Can't put my stamp on the CoCo
Rather be with Wale in a gogo
DMV shinin' like it's Soul Glo

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"The Extra Trip (The Way To Love Me)"

"The Extra Trip (The Way To Love Me)"


[Hook:]
Okay, my game tight. My game right.
Don't even know her name until I know her taste right.
I said my game tight and my game tight.
Don't even know her name until I know her taste, right?

[Verse 1:]
Uh, passion that she's asking for. Her man's always slacking, no?
That's why when he outta town, I make sure she is not alone.
That's when she gone hit my phone, tell me what's been going on.
Tell me what's been on her mind and I'm inclined to know some mo'.
Tired at her normal seat, 9 to 5 is all it be.
Cubical is small as shit and co-workers is talkative.
Burn the phone, don't call the crib. Boyfriend on that jealous shit.
He fathers her only kid, that's why my homies let him live.
But Friday night, she gone make him babysit.
We gone blow that haze a bit and get away from all of it.
See it's not right but it's okay, you see our love's just not the same.
'Cause any woman lacking love's entitled to a get-away.

[Hook]

[Seinfeld Skit]

[Talking:]
Versatility is everything. Shoutout to all the uh, intuitions, secrets, ya know?

[Verse 2:]
Uh, good love... and I can do that for her.
I can do it to a nigga, make a pull on her.
It's temporary lust, you need an in-showing.
Now for this time being, let's be in love with the moment.
Okay you dancin', drinkin' on your last one.
I'm just tryna poke her face, that's why I got my hand in.
Grown man shit, tonight, no romance shit.
And you should make this bedroom like a Monday night at Magic.
Like a Gigi McGuire, now let me up inside.
I give you that massage; good hygiene is required. I don't want no dirty junk.
I just want a girly-girl that own a rack of Jordans but don't sport 'em 'cause she love her pumps.
Give my love to no one else. kiss that cookie 'til it melt.
I am going underwater... Michael Phelps!
Do it 'til I'm tired or your homegirl can provide the help or you can be Ms. Independent-
Make that movie by yourself!

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Okay, I think this time we make moves. No clothes required here.
Shawty, can I taste you after that Moscato hit?
We both grown and I don't care. Not so fast, don't tie yo' hair.
She say, "my love is outta here." She out of all her outerwear.
And I am real and I am raw.
But don't go in raw 'cause I'm prepared.
See that's a hazard if y'all ain't know.
I got them gold wrappers like 500 sold.
Got that deep love, purify that woman so.
Get it so good, I make that mothafucka somersault.
Tell me anything you want, I'm a keep that on the low.
I just wanna please you so tell me where I need to go.
Downtown, downtown, I know that you is freaky so.
If ya man can't keep up with you then I think he need to go;
Downtown, downtown, I know that you is freaky so.
If ya man can't keep up with you, put my number in ya phone.

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"The Eyes Of The Tiger"

"The Eyes Of The Tiger"


Thinkin' wit my dick, My head in the clouds
Should of avoided my temptation instead of my vows
Now I may suffer my forever shit wit Elon
Let's put this shit to bed before this message gets the L-O
And if she catch me slippin',
The media gon' trip, And I got shit to do on T.V., keep me clean don't do no snitchin
And I'ma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort
And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million
C'mon girl
Don't be wrong girl
I hope you not rattin' out to get on girl
See my whole life I been winnin'
So the right to have these women, I'm entitled to their interest
Yeah I'm at 'em
And this a vicious battle that I'm havin'
But an addict yes I am, but i should act more like an adult
It knows me
It controls me
And I'm still hurtin over pops,
It consoles me
Okay my stories ain't addin' up
But Elon don't got no proof
And hell if I'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool
I love what the ladies do
But I love my babies too
And I have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot
Look in the mirror,
What do I really need
Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
Life's fuckin' wit me,
Once the message released,
She found out and tried to treat my head like a tee
BITCH!

[Skit]

Shit
Embarrassments an understatement
As I annihilate the very thing that once was sacred
See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love
Street fighter hope she had that Tiger upper cut
Now they comin out the woodworks snitchin' on me
Once Mr. Woods was all good, Now a nigga only
You see now that nigga lonely
And losin all his money
Still hear that laughin' under breath while the Orlando police
See that's insult to injury
Now I'm losin everything as they began the lynch in me
Turnin on ESPN you see they got it in for me
And they wont stop until they got my legacy in infamy
Infamy can't deal wit it
She gon get the meals for this
Don't root for me
They boo for me
And cheer for Phillip Nickleson
D-J seein all of them
They gon stop acknowlegin
Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again
Shit, How quickly they turn on a nigga
Yet, it is forever in a day to forgive and forget one
I'm forever a nigga
Guess when I knew the verdict,
I thought of Bill Clinton
I looked at Roethlisberger
At the politics surface, I aint hardly workin'
I'm gettin help for this addiction, (??) important
But I'm sorry for the damage I have done
For all the pedicures I've given to their camel toes they bring
I know I'm wrong now
Can we get along now?
Would I stay with her, or separate or move along now
Okay you wrong now
We don't get along now
Three quarter bills later,
Maybe guess you get it all now