Wale

[fox69]

"Best Night Ever"
(feat. Kevin Cossom & Rick Ross)

"Best Night Ever"
(feat. Kevin Cossom & Rick Ross)



[Kevin Cossum - Intro]
Girl what you grabbin' cash for?
All you need is your passport....

[Kevin Cossom - Chorus]
What you know about this life
Just relax baby get high
You’re on your way to the best night ever
No top on the car (no top, no top)
Out with the stars (yeah)
You’re on your way to the best night ever
(Bitch don't mess this up for yourself...)

[Wale]
Forgetting time spending several minutes in her eyes
When in her mind it be feeling different in her thighs
And she’ll advise, giving hours to another broad
'Cause what is love if you ain't discover loving hard
A nigga thorough she knew it before I pull the car
She pretty but she insecure as baby momma scars
Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection
Body pad as hell, her vagina is heaven
And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection
Love is for optimistic, no she try and convince me
And her body is steaming, how I need it revealing
Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling
It’s so hard for civilians, thank God you were the boss
You found a prince without losing slippers or kissing frogs
Don’t get too far, just play your part, I break you off
And one day you'll get my all it’s Inshallah

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Open your eyes wide, riding in the Rolls Royce
Keep your mouth closed, you fucking with a dope boy
Everybody watching while you touching real money
I’m only rocking with the niggas that'll kill for me
My hood bitches, even got ‘em rocking heels for me
All the jewels on, got about a mill on me
Date a strippers but the bitches wanna feel on me
Third bottle feeling like they slip the pill on me
These niggas snitch and catch a case and cut a deal on me
So fuck a song, writing poems for the real homies
One life to live but they all doing life bids
Everybody coming home deserve a white Benz
Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind
Gucci rocking this gold rolly, I’m rocking mine
Baby told me that she never memorized a verse
Until the day I put a 100k inside her purse

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Bittersweet"
(feat. Colin Munroe)

"Bittersweet"
(feat. Colin Munroe)



This is a symphony
The bittersweet of life, of life.
Walk on with your scars, don't turn around
Run utill you see light, till you see light.

Yeah. Uh
The long road to success is dangerous
That's why I never claimed I was the best.
I want to be their breath.
Don't want to be the king
Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams.
But an ordinary thing, history I'm a make.
Typically, those great have predetermined faith.
Mostly 'cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate.
Nigga's carnivore when there's so much at steak.
Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother.
But I'm a man first and I demand my respect from all 'em.
Success sweet, nucka, is why I keep lookin'
But every other bite it slightly needs suga
Like whenever I look up, I'm expecting the light
I'm abusing the sunshine so I'm technically blind.
Translation cause my life is too sweet,
I can always go home and look down my street.
(It's bittersweet)

This is a symphony
The bittersweet of life, of life.
Walk on with your scars, don't turn around
Run utill you see light, till you see light.
This is a bittersweet life (life) [x2]

Uh, this bittersweetness of this artform,
Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone
Understand every imperfection,
I just embrace it and take it in within my essence.
With little effort, soon they will all respect it
I am the smelling-salt to whom soever narcoleptic
Success is what I work for, and when them dudes hate,
They make it worth more.
Chris Wale said the sky was the limit,
And only make news when your quarters are in it
So I'm a push it to the end and take quarters on shots
If I'm in gin till I win it.
Or pain kill it, cause I ain't tryin to feel it.
See I'm just tryin to fill up banks like Hilla-
Read all about me, believe that without me,
There is truth in these lies and they bleed on without me.

This is a symphony
The bittersweet of life, of life.
Walk on with your scars, don't turn around
Run utill you see light, till you see light.
This is a bittersweet life (life) [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Black Heroes / Outro About Nothing"
(feat. Jerry Seinfeld)

"Black Heroes / Outro About Nothing"
(feat. Jerry Seinfeld)



[Black Heroes]

Now they sippity, brothers kickin me everyday
Why thy fuckin plottin on mine? Touchin my 5 grades
A girl's face, friend of mine say yea I came
They such a drag but they say it's a nay nay
Stevie Wonder had them visual problems
It's a wonder my 20-20's can see tomorrow
You 20 something, those rockets jumpin like Vietnam
As mama be within me importantly grip tighter

Ain't no hope for a young nigga
Ain't no goals for a young nigga
Too short for a sport nigga
That be horrific, we glorifyin them drug dealers

Yea, so where yo keys at Playboy?
I sling high, purple leafs at a warp speed
Usain Bolt runnin from ready set bang go
Throw it out my face, nothing the bank doin
I paid for em, they layin more that I paid more
The X showin to sell your love, try to thank do it
I must influence some better music, let the hate show up
When ladies show up we make noise, that mechanic noise
Coke boys, just stay up on em, wants to get em open
Go and slaughter, haters trading thoughts with brain storms
We all existing for dreams whether music a ball
Wonder who in the song or simply pursuing them all
Just paint a picture, I'll ignore the mission
Have my fun at district everything but monumental
I ain't gotta mention all the little flaws
Where the stairs it's the boys, ride on heart to follow politicians
And they marrying yo bro, yea I have Barry Saunders
Nother one that be gangster, put them dirty pads up
The mad route, try and get my pants off
The stash bright, I was mastering with the slam walk
Slide out, I ain't right, double white offs
Is the rhyme got the whole city taking my row
Taking my row
Hey nigga that is my house

Black hero
Ain't no black hero

Ain't no hope for a young nigga
Ain't no goals for a young nigga
Too short for a sport nigga
That be horrific, we glorifyin them drug dealers

Ain't no goals for a young nigga
Too short for a sport nigga
That be horrific, we glorifyin them drug dealers
Ain't no goals for a young nigga
Too short for a sport nigga

Say we all get
We all get aha
And we all and we all and we all
And we all get aha
And we all and we all and we all…

And I wrote this album without a care in the world
But the outcome as long as long it's an out pour of em
Came out they downfall like an overblown round ball before my sound off
Or maybe this music will inspire a future mountain mover or two
And if I ever rush more music out to you
Then know that I'm overworking myself ‘cause my heart and mind into it
Ain't been a black hero since Robert Townsend
So for meeting your man I hope you found something profound and enough to expand on before the sound falters
Ha ha, before the sound falters

[Outro About Nothing]

Yea, so yea, how come uh…
Yea, I came in to do the album
Right
I thought we're doing the album today
How come? What happened?
When are we doing that?
Are we still doing that?
Do you wanna do it?
Album about nothing, when are we doing that?
I thought we were doing that
I just wanted to see if I can get you here
I'm here
I came here to do it
I don't really have much for you right now
I don't know what to do
Well when are you gonna have it?
When am I doing it?
I'm ready to do it right now
I wanna do it
I'm not too sure Jerry
Well who is sure? Who is in charge of this
This is Gifted, this is The Gifted session
This isn't album about nothing, this is The Gifted session
Oh this is The Gifted session
Yea, for the album that I got now
Okay
Alright then I guess I'll come back
Please

 

[fox69]

"Blood Money 3.5"
(feat. A$AP Ferg)

"Blood Money 3.5"
(feat. A$AP Ferg)



[Verse 1 - Wale:]
New York get the blood money
Real niggas smoking loud ass weed
Still counting my math, La Marina
Summertime I be in the spot
On the hood shit, smell me niggas, it’s all
DC got love for me
Young niggas sippin’ all that lean (try slowin’ them down)
Real live at the town, they be go-go’d out
I play the let out, smell me, nigga, still flat out, uh
Chilly weather, Balmain with many zipper
I’m ballin’, see my closet a dollar of Penny's in them
And ain’t talkin’ about no problems
Cause problems get finished quick with ‘em
Niggas ch-ch-chopper brat-tat-tat any nigga
Know that the city vicious
Drug dealing right here appealing
Like they some villains and something they had the hero in again, uh
Now here I come and who carries Maryland with ‘em?
The crabs in the bucket?
Fuck it I’ve been aquarium clearin’, uh
Coming through with some young Surulere goons
Rest in peace to Boo
Used to rock them Melo number two's
That was ’02, maybe ’03, oh, please
Stop it, you’re Origami, I’m finna fold crews
Uh, overseas to the back block
Uh, straight G’s where I’m at Bob
Uh, and we done seen it growing up
When the fiends get they look
They always jukin’ like it’s black rock
Spin it, you know let’s get it
Take this money, I’ma take your bitches
And no I’m not a gangsta, but I stay authentic
That’s why I go up to any place and remain unblemished
8 for the tennis, I’m great with the lyrics
The niggas upstate saying "'Le niggas tellin'" like “'Le niggas tell it"
Say the niggas tell ‘em
I swear a nigga heard I ain’t e’er been a weller
Redbone redbone, well put together
Put it in my cell, I can put it in your belly
Kettering. what’s up? Landover. what’s up?
Roll pass Ardmore, feeling local as fuck
Audemar keep it on, niggas won’t even touch
When you home and you humble you get a lot of respect
And niggas trappin’ trying to get at all the bread
Get up out of the jungle, get his daughter a bed
Get his son some gear, find a pot he can piss in
So quarters moving back and forth like it's a lottery ticket
And to be honest who gon' want McDonalds position?
No time for chicken nuggets but somehow they find all the dippers
They slipping

[Clip from Elaine:]
Hey. I just spent a lot of time and I have eaten a lot of crap to get where I am today. And I am not throwing it all away now

Blood money (yeah yeah)

[Verse 2 - A$AP Ferg:]
Ah (blood blood)
Daddy, daddy was a legend
Harlem born, money gettin'
'til he pull an armageddon
Trigger brrrr cerebellum
Mellow at the 7/11
Mama had to call the reverend
Daddy teach your hood a lesson from the seven Mac-11
8:30 eight mack ten crack ones
Putting genocide on my Black friends
Richard Porter seen the slaughter
Alpo kinda sorta was a ho
Cause he left the whole hood and he didn’t water, dam
Shit niggas still glorify
He had all the rise
He had all the bitches fucking all the thots
He the man, rocking Dapper Dan
With a gun in hand, Pakistan
I don’t understand how you kill your man (damn)
I don’t understand how you kill your man
Goddamn, how you kill your man over money when
Two Harlem kids in a gang do the devil’s dance
Cause the greed of money had them caught up all up in a trance

[Verse 3 - Wale:]
Fuck niggas taking nothing from me
Sun going down in a town, ain’t nothing funny
Little buddy
On a corner where a quarter
On the 5-0 and the law
And the mind tripping off the water
Talking to herself in public
I’m looking off of South Florida Avenue
Haven’t you heard of the dealers and loiterers
The trappers and murderers
I could see searching quarters at the manor
Until you see the glory in its own
I don't see it nigga
They keep it G, they can't see it nigga
They see you on CDs and see you on the scene slipping
You being hot you see I’m Pac
Don’t pee in public
We ain’t seen peace in these parts
No Teen Summit, blood money

 

[fox69]

"Bonified"
(feat. Tabi Bonney)

"Bonified"
(feat. Tabi Bonney)



[Refrain - female singer:]
My rhymes and my beats is bonafide
my crew and my DJ bonafide
anything he play bonafide
B-b-b-bonafide
[x2]

[?]

[Wale:]
I said, hiphop, that put that on backlight
East pack, Es on back
Well I, eat tracks like you ain't never seen
Sewed like a seam, I'm better denim, I'm jeans
Can't stop how I rock the Republic
They ain't like go-go until I supplement
When I'm up against odds like even numbers
C B Steven Wonder
I beast on beats, feelin' to eat up something
Book brought that, I can feed my hunger
The feed been waiting, Tabi my brother
And them whack MCs better pay us double
Makin' money, I'm a poster child
I don't pose like most of 'em focus now
I ain't thug, I'm young, I'm supposed to smile
Hip-hop my flow, b-bonified

[Refrain x2]

 

[fox69]

"Break Up Song"

"Break Up Song"


[Verse 1:]
Yeah
See, breaking up it's hard to move along it's 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
Should ever consider stalking
You know I be teasing 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 that wasn't feasable
But we ain't gotta be beefin tho
I miss you at my recent show
Speak to cj often tho
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 a check
Heard that you ight 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 to fight so I'm a 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 with him I guess
I regret some sh-t I did but darling is ya'll 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 was 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 with time relationships should never rewind
Better leave it all behind guess that means you'll never be mine well ummm there's a but without your love it's cold as f-uck life is a movie we both say cut but most the time man the sequal sucks.

 

[fox69]

"Breakdown"

"Breakdown"


Allow me to introduce me
My name Wale don’t say Wally
Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver
10 Deep hoodie, extra cushion in my sneakers
Those SB’s cost near to a G, cause Wale so G’d up
Receive love from VA to LA
Them Cali girls feelin’ me
They wanna hear that DC
I give ‘em that flava
That’s only if they handle
Man it’s the killer tracks
I’m nothing like a 'Bama
Party at Dream, party at one twizzy
Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

This the Breakdown song, girl
You know, work that
This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet
District of Columbia, I'm tripplin' my money up
If you ain't talkin' dollars then I don't see where you comin' from

[Refrain:]
You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown
If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown
You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown
Hey hold up, breeaaaakdown
Come on, wit it
Come on, wit it
Come on, wit it
Says money in the air
Come on, wit it
Come on, wit it
Come on, wit it
Throw your money in the air

Is DC in the house, without a doubt
I’m the rapper with clout Columbians rap about
Oh, I think they like me, never seen my Nikes
Dramas think I’m dumb but the flow make them hyphy
So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads
If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head
That’s my name don’t forget it
It’s not a game, hold your dame
Cause my thing something vicious
I’m ATL pimpin’ custom pivot edition
The vision is quite clear
Apparently I’m official
Ridin' in that black joint
Lookin’ for some action
Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent
Ask them, ask them they whisper when I pass them
Fresher than me, never
I’m effervescent, just ask them
Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown
We ball, that breakdown
No more, we caked out

[Refrain]

 

[fox69]

"Bricks"
(feat. Yo Gotti & Lyfe Jennings)

"Bricks"
(feat. Yo Gotti & Lyfe Jennings)



[Intro:]
Turn a brick to a stone but you think we don't have a soul
As a kid need to grow, the powder's weight in gold

[Bridge:]
Getting blowed
Thinkin I'm so glad that I can't rap 'cause I can't move no dough
But I do know a few niggas that did and a few niggas that still
And a few niggas that's through or a few niggas that's dead

[Verse 1:]
So fuckin 9 to 5, they clockin and tryna to survive
Cop a brick and supply 'cause nobody offerin jobs
Bricks build, buildings build, houses build neighborhoods
Better ripped than turned into a baller or a Davis shirt
Understated to say it hurts, I was optimistic
Tryna see my gang and whippin plain English that I was flippin
This college went out of his dollar pension
'Cause after 4 or 5 you don't got to have a college ticket
Bounce

[Hook:]
But them niggas tryna hold my head and work this out
Countin numbers up in my head tryna build this house
Mama told me if I made my bed then I gotta lay down
But I never seem to keep these words all up out my mouth

Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas thinkin bout
Many niggas on the scene, ain't gotta dream it now

[Bridge:]
Tulio getting blowed
Thinkin I'm so glad that I can't rap 'cause I can't move no dough
But I do know a few niggas that did and a few niggas that still
And a few niggas that's through or a few niggas that's dead

[Verse 2:]
Look, little niggas will shoot you, they got nothing to say
'Cause local celebrities only bout a brick away
If you still whip em he getting those from whippin yay
And you got no paper, you been so patient, come get some weight
Just think about it, come see your products
And you weekend shoppin, show people no people problem
I can see the problem, you nigga don't have no conscience
Can't shoot, can't blow but can rap
Young nigga don't have no option

Turn a brick to a stone tryna feed for my homie
From the powder to the power and the power turn to gold
Turning head with yo whip
Is it worth what you did?
A brick is a brick and a brick you can build
Turn a brick to a stone tryna feed for my homie
Trenches on the full, turn reefer to a homie
Turn the powder into power and the power to the homies
A brick with a brick to a brick you can throw
Build bricks
Bricks
Bricks
Bricks

[Verse 3:]
Many years old, feds lookin for my moms
10 to 11 held my first gun
First time I held bricks I was getting construction
Tell me you puff a medical, gave him my introduction now
16, get them bricks for the 16
Course I'm rappin bitch but now wrappin bricks for 16
I was 17 ridin and then is all good
18 and 19 payin nothing over 20
And 1008 divided by 4 is 2-52
If you know what that mean you noticed it now
And if you don't learn how to divide nigga
I'm talkin bricks, no jump shots
I call it work, no punch clocks

[Hook:]
But them niggas tryna hold my head and work this out
Countin numbers up in my head tryna build this house
Mama told me if I made my bed then I gotta lay down
But I never seem to keep these words all up out my mouth

[x2:]
Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks – it's all them niggas thinkin bout
Many niggas on the scene, ain't gotta dream it now

Million to a stone, the stone to the sour
The show in the hood and you know that you could
The powder and the crack and the crack to the suns
Dollars in the bag and the glocks in the front...

 

[fox69]

"By Any Means"
(with Meek Mill, Pill & Rick Ross)
(performed as Maybach Music Group)

"By Any Means"
(with Meek Mill, Pill & Rick Ross)
(performed as Maybach Music Group)




[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335

[Meek Mill]
No pork on the fork, but it's white in the pot
We chargin' you niggas up you like it or not
Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot
Then let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to a lot
Tryna whip a Rollie or Cartier
Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer
Oops I meant Audemar, my whole team got them
You loving the same bitch, my whole team poppin'
My hundred dough, I'm wherever that money go
Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin' 4
Fuck niggas we don't fuck with dough
Bad bitches never lets them know
Keep them round but never trust them, no
This 62 so comfortable
I'm a field nigga, you a house nigga
I'm a real nigga and you's a mouse nigga
Code red, which means you go red
But I don't knock you I just blame it on your head

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335

[Wale]
Malcom X get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me
They burn on every block,
Snitches ain't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest of top
She said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my dean Insha Allah I'ma get her right
On the Bible you can run (Qu'Ran) but you can't hide

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

[Pill]
Marching for cars, they put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
Preaching for the paper paparazzi, federales severe rallies, massacre lives
Teaching to Shabazz that's Malik on behind the grass
Corruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask'
Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells
Malcolm bettin' platinum in Africa when he sat in a cell
My religion the kitchens, papa formulas
Benjamins to make sure my pockets abnormal
My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze
Niggas clocking dollars don't know how to read with mouths to feed
It's hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm Little
Knowledge Was obtained, fuck your chains and your master nigga
We in the field building muscle while you watch the house
And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Camp Lo"

"Camp Lo"



(Get that Glow)
Yeah, Yeah, Hip Hop forever
202, 301

Doors open we stepping out
The illest they yell about it
The city wasn't cursed I be working with Kevin Liles
Now, I remain unnoticed, with Jimmy I'm Interscope'ing
But it's like I'm on some cloak shit
Now I'm loaking like O and them, so I be showing off my tape
Got the whole hood focusing
I make music like Caine, see a cheap death but they get it in the end, aim
Fire, line after line, you better get that boy off that big wheel child
Everybody get it like a synonym line
AOL virus can't produce a sicker I'm
Get it, IM, AIM nigga ain't playing
You can be a Hummer I'm a fucking A-Train
Um, H&M yeah I know that shit cheap jo'
But I'm just looking for a peacoat see jo'
And Lyor I'm the hottest in the east coast
Sneakerhead, back packer, most important these whores
No lying all foes must detour
Yeah they rhyme but they ass like Eeyore
I bare with me like Winnie
The money like honey, I'm always gon' get it
I ride around the city as I watch for the Piglet
And when it get hot I bounce like Tigger, nigga
Yeah, the Camp Lo of today, I learned my game in 90's
But I'm so in the 80's, baby I am just that vintage
This is Hip-hop on that Popeye spinach
Pimp type image when my pen get in it
Put tracks on track, make a limerick trick
Yeah, and have my money in the morning
Before I get that armor have that comma in a coma
No sir, don't test the patience
I will execute any exclamation
Handle that stanza, man oh man, what and they would not like
Cause the metaphor in ransom, Wale hip-hop black panther
Free lunch programmer when challenged I am more slam
Than the rest of them, fly when I encompass
Peep my direction, yes, am jive throwed, so he leaning
Always got a bottle like a genie, thousand dollar sneakers
100 Miles Running through your speakers
Whole time I Camp Lo I'm looking for Luchini

Introducing phantom of the whole whatever you call it
I'm better than all of 'em, leave 'em in awe incredible artist
A fucking scholar who never did college
I just opted to dodge out and get my chips I'm Erik Estrada
I'm in a cardigan lapel, I'm freaking it proper
Wale Folarin, swear my product should be up in Prada
Or even Gucci, in a movie you living a lie
I call my Goonies they pursue you, you live where you lie
And those my height still will never be level to I
In plain English, Wale lyrically inclined
They climax when I rap, orgasmic, organic speakers and the ashes
They cannot win without the rap Steve Nash
Yeah, it's sad but it's true but they Udonis Haslem
And what you've done is had this Shaq of an MC
Just be here while they get killed
So hip-hop but D.C. still
OG of Goadomes leave them D.C's chill
Hypebeast nigga are the people they feel
Niggas like Beckham they ain't playing for the Real
I'm Madrid, consistently, persistently make alot of noise
And I fill a void of the industry
I'm praying for my enemies, they don't know now better
Aye Guru, tell Blaze that I just need that Polo sweater
And I don't need a beat now, wait until they sign me
When my budget there I will be dialing
Name Wale my big brother Wall-E
PG or D.C. this is where you'll find me
You won't find peace on this side
Like Larry in Commonwealth 'round here we bring them Clipse out
I cover you son, I flow with an eclipse mouth
So Catchdubs bring the mix out
Out