Wale

[fox69]

"Family Affair"

"Family Affair"


[Intro - Sample]
Whyyyyyyy-yy-yyyyyyy...
Ohhh-ohh-oh-ohhhhhh...
Aah-aah-ah-ahhhhhhh...

[Verse 1]
Yeah this shit got me feelin' Robert Beck
Rather than Robin Thicke
Ho's, got a list, but I gotta pick
I'm gettin' bitches to strip
Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard
See, I'm a nigga with no flaw
No wrinkles in my game, this is Botox
And spoke of
I make them ho's strip
But keep on your clothes
Leave your inhibitions here...

I breed 'em like I'm going to war
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
This is your Vietnam
Via my strength
So your arms can't reach me
Believe me I'mma be your God
See, involvin' yourself is to be a part
And when you crackin' for the night, you don't need a heart
You now on the premises
Where rules get followed
My pretty works stalk ya...

Once guarded like the jail assistant
But now invisible cells around your brain
It's much different
It's much stricter
Believe me
And even when you crabby, obey all seasons
Whatever issues you have
Now speak them
Anything you need
Now you gotta come to me for it
Squeeze you tight
Forever you my bottom bitch
And not a fear as long as you know who your father is

[Chorus]
'Cause you love me (call me "daddy") (Whyyy me?)
Because you need me (Whyyy me?)
You need to breathe me (Whyyy me?)
'Cause I'm your family you too weak to leave me (me)

'Cause you love me (Whyyy me?)
'Cause you need me (Whyyy me?)
You need to breathe me (Whyyy me?)
Because I'm family you too weak me to leave me (me)

[Verse 2]
I'm more Karrine Steffans
Than Corinne Rae
I see the honesty, he told me that he needs me
You see he loves me 'cause he beats me
Because he kiss every wound that he leaves me
From the womb, my newborn child
Although the route's foul, we need Similac powder
Hold on...
Simmer down now
It's momma's new job that provides temporary housing
And I'm sorry that I brung
You to the world
See your father's in the clouds
And daddy's in the Cadillac
I better get my gown
I'm running out of time
Thirty x's on that calendar

You see I gotta go to war
You too young and you don't know what I'm fightin' for
This is my Vietnam
You are my strength
And the reason that I'm going
See, with you, I never see it wrong
So I'mma leave you with the sitter
And every time I spread 'em
I'm dreaming 'bout
Us with millions
See me with a husband
No government assistance
Turn my back on the game and I ain't never gonna miss it
I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen
Times I ain't with ya
No I am still with ya
Forever I am with ya
And never should you tear
And never should you fear
Not when momma's right here (me)

[Chorus]
'Cause I love you (Whyyy me?)
'Cause I need you (Whyyy me?)
Right now we need him (Whyyy me?)
Because he family, we too weak to leave him (me)

'Cause I love you (Whyyy me?)
'Cause I need you (Whyyy me?)
Right now we need him (Whyyy me?)
You see he family, we too weak to leave him

[Verse 3]
You got me feelin' orphan Annie
More or less
Than the muse of a family
Shit, is it money that my momma want?
Or is it somethin' deeper, and this is momma front?
I know my daddy gone
It's such a lonely world
Is this the reason for you leaving?
Do you feel a void?
Do we make you feel important than how you felt before?
Do we kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm?

Shit, if I was old enough to speak
I'd tell you that no money can be a mother to me
And you ain't gotta go to war
Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for
You stuck in Vietnam
You see him as a God
And I don't know who told you, but I don't see a mom
I see a young teen
I don't see a problem
We're livin' wrong before your God see a proverb
Your little cub
One day a bed
One parent above, the other live scared
She need love
That's why I can't have it
She can't be my mother
She's always with daddy (me)

[Chorus]
You don't love me (Whyyy me?)
And you don't need me (Whyyy me?)
This ain't easy (Whyyy me?)
I got no family, you too weak to leave him (me)

You don't love me (Whyyy me?)
And you don't need me (Whyyy me?)
This ain't easy (Whyyy me?)
Momma, we got no family 'cause you too weak to leave him (me)

[Outro]
(Whyyy me?)

 

[fox69]

"First Class"
(feat. Big Sean & B.o.B)

"First Class"
(feat. Big Sean & B.o.B)



[Hook]
Fell asleep in first class
Hoes callin’ my phone but fuck it
I get to ‘em when I land
And I ain't tryna land cause time is money
So while you worry bout the hoes, I kill shows
and bag more clothes
It’s Polo: check
These Jordan 4′s: check
These women know, What I’m on
(what I’m on)

[Wale - Verse 1]
Look, doing life from the 36th floor
Tryna renovate the game, I ain't happy with the score
Hol’ up
Insubordinate for good reason
As I coordinate the perfect feature
Uhh, a working genius, a work of art
That's how I see it
Cause I can bring you to your dreams like Salvia
Holiday season, Obama’s good neighbour
I ain't talkin to neither but got comma’s in my statement
My bitches fuck me good
In the morning make me bacon
And even when I make ‘em, mad still make em naked
And I don’t take no dames out
I just spit my game out
She don’t give her nigga head cause I fuck all her brains out
Hey, that's cold blooded
Hey, these hoes love it
Roll up was $4, Doja was four hundred
Dolce Gabbana stuntin’
A young nigga love it
Why ya’ll be gettin’ mad
We only gettin’ money

[Hook]

[Big Sean - Verse 2]
Okay today I was the freshest in my area
Freshest in the neighbourhood
Freshest in America
Fuckin bitches chasing paper
I feel like I’m alterior
Boi, I’m historical
I cause the hysteria
Ok, whats a better accessory?
My all gold Rolly or the bitch that's standing next to me
Or the one in front of me
Or the chick leaving
Lightin’ reef up like it’s the holiday season
Woah there, woah there, these niggas can’t fuck with me
They too little
I’m animal you can’t talk to me
Unless you are Dr Dolittle
Welcome, we-welcome to the GOOD life
Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night
But they say we ain't BIG
Turn us to a Suge Knight
Lets swim in alcohol and hop up on that red-eye kush flight
And when I’m old, I’ll probably die getting some head
I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
B-I, boi, boi…

[Hook]

[B.o.B - Verse 3]
From my shell toes to my brim brim
I’m an old soul with my pimp limp
I roll up and I sip sip
Whole team full of OG’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip
But we stay cool, we don’t miss miss
Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss
When they feel safe on some bitch shit
I’m first class on my trip trip
With two chicks, sadistic
We touch down in Moscow and take flicks like click click
She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause
I be doing rich shit, you know, baller shit, etc

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Fitted Cap"
(with Meek Mill & Rick Ross)
(feat. J. Cole)
(performed as Maybach Music Group)

"Fitted Cap"
(with Meek Mill & Rick Ross)
(feat. J. Cole)
(performed as Maybach Music Group)




Beat billionaire

[Rick Ross]
You know I stick to the script
Twenty-million dollar nigga, but I do it like this

(M-M-M-Maybach Music, Maybach Music)

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it’s all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m fuckin’ wit’ the Spikes

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce, it’s all white (How can I not talk big? I got to)
Foamposites (Wale!), the LeBrons, I’m fuckin’ wit’ the Spikes
Wale

[Wale - Verse 1]
Yeah, uh
Ferrari mics, bitch, I’m on my car show
My chick black and white, she ain’t no dime, that bitch a Concorde
11 know I’m reppin’ this, shoot and I don’t ever miss
The coupe I’m in is rented, I ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit
P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I’m shoppin’
My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
That’s some nigga from 10.deep ATL, I’m wit’ the cooker
I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, I ball like private school
You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
And Tito’s my niggas, you know just we just need more shit and
It’s ironic how I drop some dough when I got them Homer Simpsons, look
Pine-green Foams, they may never see the store
Got LeBron Entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin’ lanes
Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut wit’ laser
Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo’, makin’ y’all crazy
Makin’ y’all sick, y’all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me
Salute

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it’s all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m fuckin’ wit’ the Spikes
Meek Mill

[Meek Mill]
Yo
I said I’m swaggin’ out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js
And my wrist froze, but I’m cool sha’, like a bald head, I’m too paid
I’m too blazed, and I’m too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon that ass like Wu-sai
It’s MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG
Walk around wit’ like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen’ on me
Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t God unless no fear
Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear
We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up
Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that Mac tucked
I’m a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup
On this shit, I can’t stand up, country Ks as I man up
This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that nigga Pill
In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill
One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
My Levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it’s all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m fuckin’ wit’ the Spikes

[J. Cole]
Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
That’s that nigga, so what’d I say? They okey-dokin’
How you figga? You fuckin’ wit’ me? I hope he jokin’
I’m witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
I’m oviedosin’, ay, homie, Kobe smokin’
Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion
I’m slowly roastin’, heatin’ up, so you know we toastin’
Fuck hoes wit’ no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin’
Out in Sweden, like ain’t shit that you can’t tell us
Lord, forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous
‘Cause uh, they had them Js, and my mama wouldn’t cop ‘em
Can you blame her? Hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option
Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever
Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever
My kicks like my chick, I don’t need to know the numbers
You just need to know I’m comin’, I’ll kill you niggas this summer
Cole

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it’s all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m fuckin’ wit’ the Spikes

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it’s all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m fuckin’ wit’ the Spikes

M-M-M-Maybach Music

 

[fox69]

"Flat Out"
(feat. Trinidad James)

"Flat Out"
(feat. Trinidad James)



[Hook: Trinidad James]
What's your set bout'
Me and my niggas, we flat out [x4]

[Verse 1: Wale]
Told you niggas, "Do not fuck with us"
Hope you niggas do not fuck with us
You caught feelings cause I caught her attention,
She caught a flight after I caught a nut (whoa!)
Shoutout to my brothers, doe
Quote me too
You goin' make some haters when you love a ho
Heart is the line, God bless my soul
Profit of my infectious flow
Pardon if my vocab ain't good
But the school I was in ain't have no books
These whack niggas never had me shook
I ain't from a town that is ran by crooks
Get the work from out of town for the money and the power
Niggas steppin' on the powder like an athlete's foot
Know y'all got, come get at me first
Little nigga better act your worth
Understand niggas got to be heard
Why the fuck niggas got to be heard

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
I usually don't do freestyles
My style ain't free, nigga
Fresh from head to toe
I said fly from the feet up
I said, you're looking for a real nigga
Bitch, look up and you'll see us
You lookin' for your bitch, nigga
Don't look up, she with Jesus
I said hallelujah, bitch pop the pussy
So she raise her hands and pop the pussy
I'm with Wale, that's MMG
Now Molly make her go woo
And that money make me show out
My grind wasn't blacked out
Real nigga, don't do handouts
My mama crib my stashhouse
In the Yeezy box, nigga oh Lawd
Nigga Ziploc and my Concordes
Tell the Feds I don't give a fuck
I'm the man now, I'm the man now
And that's DC to the A town
I said DC to the A town
And when I fuck, niggas, that's hands down
But in DC, they say flat out

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Fly Away"

"Fly Away"


[Talking:]
Uh, Yea Yea, Turn Me Up A Lil Bit
Uh, Guess What's Been On My Mind?

[Hook:]
I've Gots To Get Away, I Gots To Fly Away
(Okay Now Pick It Up And Go, Go,
Pick It Up And Go, Pick It Up And Go, Go)
I've Gots To Get Away, I've Got To Fly Away
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 1:]
Look Sometimes It Ain't Worth It
A Lovely Outer Surface
A Pity Party I'm Throwin'
Sometimes I Feel So Worthless
I Feel My Work Ain't Enough
I Feel They Praisin Too Much
Or Now They Don't Praise Enough
Them Niggas Hate Me For What?
One Of Us Crazy, I'm Frustrated
Disgusted With 'Em
They Shoopin' My Religon
So MuthaFuck The System
And MuthaFuck The Quota
And Hail My Color Purple
And I Ain't Talkin Oprah
It's Me My Eyes Lower
I Should Have Been A Chauffer
My Driver's Like Noone
Well Rick James, Maury, Jane
MuthaFuck Ya Sofa
I Mean Your Couch I'm Jokin'
I'm On The Couch Toastin'
A Bitch Is Nothin' But A Dog
Who Ain't House-Broken

I'm In Your Spouse Strokin'
What Are My Immorals
But Most Of The Time
I Lose My Mind For Divine Oral
Ya'll Define Normal
That's Why They Don't Get Me
And There Is No Chemistry
With Joe Schmo's In Me

And Those Oppose In Me
Have No Souls Indeed
I'm Like A Parapleg
I Don't Know Defeat

[Talking:]
Or Never Felt It
We Gone Keep Going

[Hook:]
I've Gots To Get Away, I've Gots To Fly Away
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I've Gots To Get Away, I Gots To Fly Away
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 2:]
Visions Of PO-PO, Visions Of Sirens
Visions Of Handcuffs They Comin' Up
In My Dreams, Stomach Is Rumbling
They Say I Don't Never Smile
Or Never Say Never Though I Admit
That It's Been Awhile

You Never Tire, Might As Well As Inspire
And He Who Satisfy, Might As Well As Retire
Them Bastards Is Stagnant, My Path's Everlastin'
I've Mastered This Ask Of Me, My Raff Ain't Practice
I Refuse The Ration Allowed With These Assholes
That Naturally Act Like These Raps Is A Mattress
To The Yawners, To The Sleepers
To Be Honest, I Need Ya
So My Armor, Can Strengthen
So Keep Talkin' Ya'll Pieces, Uh

I Beach Chair, With My Malibu Vision
Eatin No Boo Dishes, With My Soul Food Princess
By The Water, Au Revoir To My Audience
Left My Home Alone, You Can Call Me Macaulay Bitch

[Hook:]
I've Gots To Get Away, I've Gots To Fly Away
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I've Gots To Get Away, I Gots To Fly Away
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

 

[fox69]

"Focused"
(feat. Kid Cudi)

"Focused"
(feat. Kid Cudi)



[Kid Cudi]
Shawty, no joking
And I’m hoping, if not slowing
Gotta just keep on rollin’

I’m joking (homeboy moving fast)
And I’m hoping (praying that I don’t crash)
(All I know is) I’m not slowing
Gotta just keep on rolling
Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

Moving fast
And I’m hoping, praying I don’t crash
All I know is I’m not slowing
Gotta just keep on rolling
Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

[Verse 1 - Wale]
Pulling up once, I’mma lit mine up
Fill up the plug, let me light my blunt
And I don’t really know what the fucks in my cup
But a couple shots of it got a nigga unstuck
I’m just here to have a good time
A lil white chick, a lil white wine
Outta town, spent a couple nights at chows
Smoking weed in the suites, til we out of towels
And don’t bother me, high shit for my broccoli
Fly shit for no goddamn reason and Ya’ll aight but y’all not like me
It’s MMG and that's my clique
That's BOA see that's my set
MY CDG shit match my kicks
An apostrophe I’m behind that S
Or that Black beemer, black to pick me up
Back wood, the tree I’m ashing out?, I’m kickin my raps good
With or without sales I’m killing these blackheads my rap is Noxema
haha, light it up for a nigga, one or two hoes ain't enough for a nigga
One or two bottles ain't enough for a nigga
Redberry everywhere got Puff gettin’jealous

[Kid Cudi - Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Wale]
One night love, I’mma need that
He could own that, shawty, I’ma lease that
I’ma put you in the game where your kicks at
I’mma sign that work and release that
I don’t be where the crowds or police at
I just be where the cash and the freaks at
Smoking Green Bay nigga, I’m a cheesehead
In a Lambo, see me with the G’s at
$10K in my camos, word. 10 Js and I can’t move
Shades.. LV was a little dough
Going hard for the days I was piss poor
And go hard cause I feel it’s only right to
Maybach. G.O.O.D music, the right move
Girls say everything that I write smooth
Fuck rap, I’m getting pussy off of Haiku
One time for the girls with the right shoes
Fuckin with a dude probably the right move
Two times for the chicks with the right back
If it’s right tonight, I might bite that
3 times, show me your peace sign
Not with your hand girl, open your knees out!
Look, money will leap out, tuntin when we out
Double MG, OUT!

[Kid Cudi - Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Friendship Heights"
(feat. Chance the Rapper)

"Friendship Heights"
(feat. Chance the Rapper)



[Wale:]
[?], I'mma sound like money
Shawty put the ill in silhouette
Or the wet, haha
I play too much

[Wale:]
I be lustin' for women who re-semble perfections, sending
10 AM Texas like I'm, hello good looking hypo-
Thetical question how do you get all your essence in them
Getups and dresses or fuck it I just be trippin'
I love the newness of it, we closer by the moment
None of us used to nothing so my old jokes workin' perfect
Imagination focus and hope I know you controllin'
Holdin' your every word and you quotin' my older verses
Both of our exes issues but both of us now seem perfect
Hopin' our imperfections are noticed or unimportant
We all just rush the feeling, nobody loves the searchin'
Of course we need our intentions before we meet the person

[Chance the Rapper:]
But whenever you got lonely, needed some advice
You'd call me your brother, that word is cold as ice

[Hook - Wale 2x:]
Why, I always fall, for bitches like you?
I can't help myself, I can't help myself

[Chance the Rapper:]
I be fishin' in smaller ponds for, girls I knew 'fore the concert
Conquer the friend zone first then, beat through the bush I wonder
If the grass is green or, wilted and deadish yellow
I seen 'em put up lights but, Christmas was red and yellow
Ham no burger, they fish for compliments
The neighbors up to something, say that in confidence
They set up boundaries and set ups, let downs, and booby traps
Lines for crossing and dotted, I thought I taw putty tat

[Chance the Rapper:]
Same circle loving
A town too small for lovers
You say I'm just a friend
Oh you say I'm just a friend

[Hook - Wale & Chance the Rapper (2x)]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck You"

"Fuck You"


[Verse 1: Wale]
Uh, Yea
Yea, Uh

Real nigga pardon whoever feel different
Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims
Pushing my way to the top
But this time it feel different
DC ain't been this hot since Ronald Reagan made a killing

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons
Despite my dark days I feel I'm the brightest of thinkers
Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood
But a wise woman told me it's okay to know you're good

They call it arrogance
But I think it's passionate
And I think this happens when you rap and don't exaggerate
Shawty open your soul
Pray that protools agree though

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though
See my flow is the nicest
And my ho is the baddest
And the sex will lock her down see my stick is the gavel

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over
She reluctantly fucking
She's an adamant blower

I'm a passionate poet
Moonlight as rapping Folarin
Horse is missing on my Polo cause my tag is enormous
I ain't cocky I'm just proud of me
So why these niggas acting like I ain't allowed to be

[Hook: Wale]
Fuck you, when a nigga in the room give a nigga room
Nigga fuck you, yea just you
Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Fuck you, when a nigga in the room give a nigga room
Nigga fuck you, yea just you
Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

[Verse 2: Wale]
Real nigga pardon whoever feel different
How I grow to be 5'8
But it's still my little niggas
Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love
And I love your brain but I think I'll never know enough

Argue with twitter niggas who insignificant
But it's just simply my interest to intricately rid up you niggas
Proud of it all defensive fuck I'm rocking alone
Say what you want I'm Immature like Roger go home

Hard headed hot headed I admit it
But I'll be damned if they defeat me like a fucking prosthetic
Ha, Wale you so arrogant
Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why I care again

Stunting in a pair of Tiffs I DON'T mean a pair of Tims
Two bitches named Tiffany I left them with a pair of kids
Rare shit, trend setting yea I be the best
OD'd on that mission x he thought it was '03 again

Hold up yea we the best
Roll with Ace, Khaled and them
Roll up niggas be like sex
Don't you leave a seed in there

Reading shit my critics say
Pitchfork doesn't need a plate
Not hungry for my poetry
They fasting they won't leave me ate

Tricks and a half
Optimistic this isnt bad it's different now
Before the faith niggas was wam
Carelessly whispering all they nickel opinions at me

Tell all my haters call they neighbor get they minions at me
A couple labels threw some millions yet they still ain't grab me
Nigga's talk they'd attacked me but wouldn't steal a taxi
Ha, and I ain't smug I'm just proud of me
Why they acting like a nigga ain't allowed to be

[Hook: Wale]
Fuck you, when a nigga in the room give a nigga room
Nigga fuck you, yea just you
Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Fuck you, when a nigga in the room give a nigga room
Nigga fuck you, yea just you
Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

[Talking: Wale]
Ambition is definitely on the way
Eleven One Eleven

 

[fox69]

"Georgetown Press"
(feat. Lightshow)

"Georgetown Press"
(feat. Lightshow)



[Intro:]
Georgetown was very symbolic and very connected.
Not just to "Black D.C." but to "Black America".
They were kind of "Black America's" basketball team for a lot, a lot of people.
So, when these stories started coming around on the sports ticker that this big drug dealer was hanging out with several of the players, it was big news.

[Intro 2: Wale]
This is a place where opportunities few
And niggas feud for land they'll never own
Where they raise hell and waste shells
And duck baby mamas but rarely escape jail
This is the trap... the trap.

[Verse 1: Wale]
Death on my opposition, no
Them watchin' me blow is more than even in the skull
And my team has a flow, ambition see the results
And to get to my spirit seeing twitpics of them diplomas, word
Cannot stress it, through God blessings we made it out
For the have-nots that have a knot to have knots
Hats off, we been working our ass off
And we all-stars that made the squad with the cap off
Steinbrenner, designed to make your dynasty weary
Sometimes I'm a dick, but you niggas placenta
And that's the problem, it's a problem, don't dap me my nigga
Just tap me my nigga, then get at me my nigga
Man fuck a dappin' you rappers should get back off the fingers
Trust in God and you golden, trust in rap and you empty
Bust a mac and you gangster, that's how them youngins livin'
Shout out that Georgetown Press they still trappin' the district

[Hook]
Blessings we made it out, blessings we made it out
They still trappin' the district
Trust in God and you golden, trust in rap and you empty
Blessings we made it out, blessings we made it out
Shout out that Georgetown Press they still trappin' the district

[Verse 2: Lightshow]
New nigga, but I'm Patrick Ewing on these blocks
My mac cold like Dikembe nigga, who need Glocks
These crooked cops keep tryin' steal the ball from me
But 'Le like Kevin Braswell with these rock
600 plus assists, plus this I must admiss
Hard work ain't come with this, that's why I fuck with this
G set the fuckin' pick, I went straight to the hole
Went to college a day, dropped out went straight for my goals
Now it's dough in my mattress, my bitch look like a actress
Cause I studied the defense, and I stayed after practice
On my way to the league, only limit the sky
Still I show up to practice, I can't end up A.I.
Pay attention don't miss it
Shout out to Georgetown but I won't get trapped in the District, nah
Lightshow

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wale]
Leader of the people who ain't tryna be led
But I'm a get us all back if I can smile all year
I seen bums happy as anyone
Millionaires set for bread
Some be livin' for crumbs
Motherfuckers don't fuck with us I still be showin' love
Cause if I was local and they was on it I'd be naah
Don't trip off what a bitch say, shovel on a good day
All my youngins put up numbers just like Bubbachuck in kente
When we can't hit the league we let the streets mislead and dictate
And there is no I in team, but can you read the I on Vick's page
Otto Porter with all the water servin' the corners
Rayful callin' up 'Zo Mourning before the tourney
Servin' drugs, some us don't make it out here
My niggas had some plugs, I gave 'em a better outlet
There's a difference in words hustle and trappin'
See hustlers find a way out, while the latter can't climb up out it
The trap

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Georgetown coach John Thompson made a personal appeal to Edmond to stay away from his players.
He built this team into a national power, and now the inspector of a DC drug dealer in the age of crack, you know, well, that could have destroyed everything.

 

[fox69]

"GetMeDoe"
(feat. 2 Chainz)

"GetMeDoe"
(feat. 2 Chainz)



[Hook: Wale]
Get me doe, get me doe
Where your hood at nigga, get me doe
Get me doe, get me doe
My nigga let 'em know where y'all from
And tell me where y'all from
Hol' up tell me where y'all from in here
Tell me where y'all from in here

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Long hair, I don't give a fuck
Last night I prayed that God would make a Bentley truck
Get the bucks quick as fuck and I got my semi tucked
But if I pull my semi out, Aflac, you better duck
Ask me where I'm from I should tell you no lies
So many niggas with me you would think I work for Verizon
Ok enough with the lyin', you know I'm tougher than iron
And everything I do it big I'm talkin' Christopher Wallace
So much money on me that it won't fit in my wallets
And these are Rock & Republics so it won't fit in my pockets
Swagger on a trillion so you divide it by five
That mean it still on a billion, survive like Destiny's Child
Turnt up, word up, chains hang to my sternum
Favorite room is my kitchen, I came up with the yola
You know I live for today, and I'm a do it to death
I'm so fresh I spell soft with an F

[Hook]

[Break:]
God damn 1-4 we see y'all in here homes, God damn
Hey 106 cool down mane, cool down slim, the fuck man
Hey, tell me where y'all from

[Verse 2: Wale]
Look, motherfuck that other side, motherfuck that other side
Shittin' on these niggas must been something in that humble pie
Look get me doe, somebody get me doe
The broad call me daddy, she call you get me those
Ralph doe, up top to the south doe
Fuck all of that back talk wherever I go I make the cap go
Crack flow without trap doe, still stackin' my racks doe
Since old days I got them out the way, like 640 at a back show
Waddup MoCo, my old home if you don't know
How I ball like number 10, me and lil' Muhammad that 1-4
Get me doe, 40 nights was so great then
Shout out Mayfair, this city cold, y'all stay fair
Word up, chain go for a hundred
Tori drive out the Cortis, Bowie State no alumni
Been there park out the bucket, in the Chi with some youngins
And since J. Wall came to town, I know some cats in Kentucky

[Hook]