[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:
[Hook:]
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 niggas
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*cking 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 nigga try to sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild nigga living the dream
Although I'm not who I'm destined to be
They keep saying, "Grow up"
[Hook]
I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet
But in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my shit in check
And shit 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 pass 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 nigga who covet mine
And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes
But I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative music
And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence
Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches 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 niggas 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*cking crown
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell these niggas I'mma get 'em every other time
Young, wild niggas sit in your seat
Know every weekend every liquor for free
With chilly roller for leaf, nothing so silly, bitch, I sow what I reap
Double M Genius, make these bitches so deep
I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak
Put my cardio in the audio and you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets
Outstanding, shitting on niggas, 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 shit, nigga.
This how you start the motherf*cking show.
My fourth joint in a row.
The moon's in the motherf*ckin' sky, all rise
[Hook]
Wale - The Album About Nothing Album Lyrics
Wale - The Album About Nothing Lyrics
Writer: BRITTANY TALIA HAZZARD, JULIAN GRAMMA, OLUBOWALE AKINTIMEHIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Helium Balloon
[Seinfeld:]
So you're the balloon, you've got that helium, and we travel with you through the string. So we're going up there with you even though we're on the ground. We can't fly, I can't sing, I can't make music, but I can get a-- I can buy it. So I can get a balloon. I can't fly, but I can get a helium balloon
I used to put my faith in the yarn, and now communication is gone
I agree we've gone distant, my new location the charts
Naw, mm, can't count the days, but let's just say five
Years, coming of age, it make you blow by your day job
So cry for me, wild for me
It's a horror story, eyes 20/20s that I-M-E your normal C
And I'd be different gettin' diplomas in peace
But gettin' applause and across, I'm hittin' Diplo for a beat
Slight work to Dahi, it's a purpose y'all see
In a world of dopplegangers, niggas ain't worth the copy
You capiche? You got me cold
Niggas'll fly you up this high, won't let you fly to the moon
Goin' up!
They love your moves made 'til you make moves
Achievin' new feats every few 8 shoes
16, took a nigga dream different
Had SOBs lookin' like it's new Supreme in it
See that the line's been beastin'
The main attraction, I got 'em hangin' their cleats up
I've been keepin' it G
It's levels to this fellow, hello I resemble the cheat codes
Some shit good, some shit fly
Some love to see you blow, they don't want see you pop
Shit good, some shit nah
Some shit recycled like second timers in Tour de France
First you picked up, now you pick the part
You get too fun 'til your core fans au revoir
They like, "You stuck with us, cause you let him fly"
Swear this life is like a helium balloon, I'm sorry
But I gotta fly
[Jerry Seinfeld:]
Now when a kid gets a helium balloon, he's holding that string and he's keeping this balloon from going anywhere. But he also wants to let it go
Gave you a contract, stay true through all that
Came through with Ross, writin' bangers for y'all
But I ain't lose my content, f*ck all that nonsense
Diverse with rappin', I'm a writer with passion
Tell the purist that laugh I don't reach out for daps
Cause "No Hands" triple platinum
Better writings for retail, why not see my detail?
Gettin' box office spins, only box I fit in
Is by thigh on a female
So they hatin' me for that, sayin' I just make women songs
It's perfect style every, versatile got me right where her walls at
Still know what my core needs, so f*ck who ignores me
For I need niggas, I purchased 3 mirrors and show y'all what's for me
[Jerry Seinfeld:]
So he wants to let it go and he wants to catch it. Eventually he loses it, he doesn't want to lose it
[Magazeen:]
Why they give a f*ck about the songs I write?
As long as my tugs and my fans been nice
Movin' forward with my life
Crucify me, man of Jesus Christ
Man I do 'em no favor
Cause 'nough of them are traitor
Them a real bite, biter
Them are try take your glory and your energy
Buffalo soldier
Send us a sentimental gangster
I mean a sinner, boy me 'fraid of
Them are try take your glory and your energy
Whatever, tell 'em it's whatever
Wanna see me good or never see me better?
F*ck 'em, can't say nothin'
Cause the same hand heal you might cut you
F*ck 'em, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Cause the same hand heal you might cut you
Whatever, tell 'em it's whatever
Wanna see me good or never see me better?
So you're the balloon, you've got that helium, and we travel with you through the string. So we're going up there with you even though we're on the ground. We can't fly, I can't sing, I can't make music, but I can get a-- I can buy it. So I can get a balloon. I can't fly, but I can get a helium balloon
I used to put my faith in the yarn, and now communication is gone
I agree we've gone distant, my new location the charts
Naw, mm, can't count the days, but let's just say five
Years, coming of age, it make you blow by your day job
So cry for me, wild for me
It's a horror story, eyes 20/20s that I-M-E your normal C
And I'd be different gettin' diplomas in peace
But gettin' applause and across, I'm hittin' Diplo for a beat
Slight work to Dahi, it's a purpose y'all see
In a world of dopplegangers, niggas ain't worth the copy
You capiche? You got me cold
Niggas'll fly you up this high, won't let you fly to the moon
Goin' up!
They love your moves made 'til you make moves
Achievin' new feats every few 8 shoes
16, took a nigga dream different
Had SOBs lookin' like it's new Supreme in it
See that the line's been beastin'
The main attraction, I got 'em hangin' their cleats up
I've been keepin' it G
It's levels to this fellow, hello I resemble the cheat codes
Some shit good, some shit fly
Some love to see you blow, they don't want see you pop
Shit good, some shit nah
Some shit recycled like second timers in Tour de France
First you picked up, now you pick the part
You get too fun 'til your core fans au revoir
They like, "You stuck with us, cause you let him fly"
Swear this life is like a helium balloon, I'm sorry
But I gotta fly
[Jerry Seinfeld:]
Now when a kid gets a helium balloon, he's holding that string and he's keeping this balloon from going anywhere. But he also wants to let it go
Gave you a contract, stay true through all that
Came through with Ross, writin' bangers for y'all
But I ain't lose my content, f*ck all that nonsense
Diverse with rappin', I'm a writer with passion
Tell the purist that laugh I don't reach out for daps
Cause "No Hands" triple platinum
Better writings for retail, why not see my detail?
Gettin' box office spins, only box I fit in
Is by thigh on a female
So they hatin' me for that, sayin' I just make women songs
It's perfect style every, versatile got me right where her walls at
Still know what my core needs, so f*ck who ignores me
For I need niggas, I purchased 3 mirrors and show y'all what's for me
[Jerry Seinfeld:]
So he wants to let it go and he wants to catch it. Eventually he loses it, he doesn't want to lose it
[Magazeen:]
Why they give a f*ck about the songs I write?
As long as my tugs and my fans been nice
Movin' forward with my life
Crucify me, man of Jesus Christ
Man I do 'em no favor
Cause 'nough of them are traitor
Them a real bite, biter
Them are try take your glory and your energy
Buffalo soldier
Send us a sentimental gangster
I mean a sinner, boy me 'fraid of
Them are try take your glory and your energy
Whatever, tell 'em it's whatever
Wanna see me good or never see me better?
F*ck 'em, can't say nothin'
Cause the same hand heal you might cut you
F*ck 'em, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Cause the same hand heal you might cut you
Whatever, tell 'em it's whatever
Wanna see me good or never see me better?
Writer: ADAM KING FEENEY, CHESTER HANSEN, DACOURY NATCHE, OLUBOWALE AKINTIMEHIN, SONNY UWAEZOUKE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The White Shoes
[Skit:]
I had a lady once stop me on the street.
I was wearing white shoes.
And she says, "I'm glad you're sticking with the white shoes."
She says, "It makes me feel good."
[Hook:]
Take this good advice
If they're gonna judge you for life
Say we can't always be fly
We gon' be good long as them sneakers white
You'll be alright
Said you'll be alright
Said you'll be alright
Said you'll be alright
Gucci iced out, whole hood had 'em
Ice cream 'fore the hypebeasts that's into fashion
Being forreal, yo try being Pharrell
When your black ass in a back class, the fronting was real
No Lauren London, we was on a budget
You know, sharin' Old Navy so the army could be fresh in public
Where the sneaker stores and laundromats get all the money
Cause it ain't 'bout what you're doin', 'bout how you're lookin'
When they love you for your status and your catalog
And everybody got a jersey to play along
Back then the hoes checkin' for your zapatos
So even dirty niggas had the foams
[Hook]
Biotech trainers on the way to work
And we would quietly complain while Eric would lurk
That was the PG Plaza manager, managin' us
Yeah I'm standin' in Lucky 7s but slingin' them Lugz
Still have them Js for the low, low, and I could get 'em early
But I'm not without a conscience, I see people out there hurtin'
Got 'em for Penny Foams that was bought at this very store
And I think that was my shift, then again I'm not very sure
And that's a lot that can get to ya
When you're not sellin' drugs but the outcome is similar
Cause out come them niggas with pistols, tellin' you give 'em up
Now out come the moms with tissues cause you ain't give a f*ck
Free lunch for everyone, income was very uh
On the second and 16th everyone would have every 1
And Reebok would carry pump, and that's not the scary part
These niggas love white shoes so much they'd be buried in them
[Skit]
You'll be alright
You'll be alright
You'll be alright
You'll be alright
[Hook]
No matter how good or lavish us niggas got it
We just a bunch of ravenous addicts living for fancy haberdashery
I had a lady once stop me on the street.
I was wearing white shoes.
And she says, "I'm glad you're sticking with the white shoes."
She says, "It makes me feel good."
[Hook:]
Take this good advice
If they're gonna judge you for life
Say we can't always be fly
We gon' be good long as them sneakers white
You'll be alright
Said you'll be alright
Said you'll be alright
Said you'll be alright
Gucci iced out, whole hood had 'em
Ice cream 'fore the hypebeasts that's into fashion
Being forreal, yo try being Pharrell
When your black ass in a back class, the fronting was real
No Lauren London, we was on a budget
You know, sharin' Old Navy so the army could be fresh in public
Where the sneaker stores and laundromats get all the money
Cause it ain't 'bout what you're doin', 'bout how you're lookin'
When they love you for your status and your catalog
And everybody got a jersey to play along
Back then the hoes checkin' for your zapatos
So even dirty niggas had the foams
[Hook]
Biotech trainers on the way to work
And we would quietly complain while Eric would lurk
That was the PG Plaza manager, managin' us
Yeah I'm standin' in Lucky 7s but slingin' them Lugz
Still have them Js for the low, low, and I could get 'em early
But I'm not without a conscience, I see people out there hurtin'
Got 'em for Penny Foams that was bought at this very store
And I think that was my shift, then again I'm not very sure
And that's a lot that can get to ya
When you're not sellin' drugs but the outcome is similar
Cause out come them niggas with pistols, tellin' you give 'em up
Now out come the moms with tissues cause you ain't give a f*ck
Free lunch for everyone, income was very uh
On the second and 16th everyone would have every 1
And Reebok would carry pump, and that's not the scary part
These niggas love white shoes so much they'd be buried in them
[Skit]
You'll be alright
You'll be alright
You'll be alright
You'll be alright
[Hook]
No matter how good or lavish us niggas got it
We just a bunch of ravenous addicts living for fancy haberdashery
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Pessimist
[Jerry:] Oh so there's still hope?
[George:] I don't want hope, hope is killing me. My dream is to become hopeless.
When you're hopeless you don't care, and when you don't care, that indifference, it makes you attractive
[Wale:]
A nigga feelin' hopeless
Who am I to change perception?
If a nigga kill a nigga he's another statistic
If his skin's a little different they gon' say it was self defense
Nigga feelin' hopeless
Starin' at the idiom box, riddle me this
If a killer was a nigga would niggas still really care
Cause niggas worser than Zimmerman livin' life everywhere
Niggas hopeless
Small niggas with big tools
Couldn't get to Harvard, hard work, he hard whipped
Cause them hardy hah's and hard nights
Are hard to live through
When you hopeless
What we gotta do to be winnin'?
Cause all the schools gettin' closed
Dribble a little, coach, shootin' at a foe
Cause they chargin' them to hoop at community center
My nigga, hopeless
25 bands, he was shootin' not a damn givin'
Cousin threw a couple grand at some dancers
Throwin' back their fat ass, is my glasses confused?
We're the hopeless
America's dream and nightmare in the same being
Even when being polite here
Niggas try to bring me down, the life of a pioneer
Lightyears worth of hopeless
Celebrities celebratin' disgust me
The cerebellum invaded with all these fresh things on
Watchin' "Love and Hip Hop: Atlanta" as we speak
Nigga we hopeless
Okay, the Steebie show is on
And so my broad rollin' weed now she's mad at me
Cause she seen a scene with Rasheeda baby father
Said, "You niggas all hopeless"
[Hook - J Cole:]
Got a pocket full of lint again, but it make no difference to me
Fallin' out with my friends again, but it make no difference to me
Goddamn I'm hopeless
Oh man I'm hopeless
Got no gas in my tank again, but it make no difference to me
Overdraft at the bank again, but it make no difference to me
Goddamn I'm hopeless
Lord knows I'm hopeless
Still I pray
[Wale:]
Nigga feelin' hopeless
Like a Penny with a hole in it
We as empty as a corazón of a widow
From a soul that she don't know when he's comin' home
He don't got no limit, hopeless
What's a purple heart to a hurt head?
He done done 12 years, he was told 6
Prolly go back in a minute, ain't shit here
Nigga so hopeless
Thoughts are ravaging in the whole crib
Now he post-traumatic and always on the edge
On the pills, some bills, two kids, one leg
Nigga so hopeless
A lot of black cops always clap back
And some foul white cops always on deck
Playin' race card, guarantee you'll make a blackjack
Nigga so hopeless
Cause we ain't 'posed to ever have shit
And we ain't vocal as rap
Niggas cause we don't mope unless we trap hits
Nigga hopeless
Look at what I go through to show you
Niggas respect money, money respect power
And power, we never given unless
A nigga catch, shoot or dribble
We are hopeless
Nah you ain't out here for the culture
You finna riot, without a purpose
You ain't a mothaf*ckin' rider, you a f*ckin' token, posin'
Nigga hopeless
Of course not literal
But why complain about the man
When a nigga with my skin
The same problems with them I had
Is out there killin' niggas too?
Eat your food, nigga
[Hook]
[George:] I don't want hope, hope is killing me. My dream is to become hopeless.
When you're hopeless you don't care, and when you don't care, that indifference, it makes you attractive
[Wale:]
A nigga feelin' hopeless
Who am I to change perception?
If a nigga kill a nigga he's another statistic
If his skin's a little different they gon' say it was self defense
Nigga feelin' hopeless
Starin' at the idiom box, riddle me this
If a killer was a nigga would niggas still really care
Cause niggas worser than Zimmerman livin' life everywhere
Niggas hopeless
Small niggas with big tools
Couldn't get to Harvard, hard work, he hard whipped
Cause them hardy hah's and hard nights
Are hard to live through
When you hopeless
What we gotta do to be winnin'?
Cause all the schools gettin' closed
Dribble a little, coach, shootin' at a foe
Cause they chargin' them to hoop at community center
My nigga, hopeless
25 bands, he was shootin' not a damn givin'
Cousin threw a couple grand at some dancers
Throwin' back their fat ass, is my glasses confused?
We're the hopeless
America's dream and nightmare in the same being
Even when being polite here
Niggas try to bring me down, the life of a pioneer
Lightyears worth of hopeless
Celebrities celebratin' disgust me
The cerebellum invaded with all these fresh things on
Watchin' "Love and Hip Hop: Atlanta" as we speak
Nigga we hopeless
Okay, the Steebie show is on
And so my broad rollin' weed now she's mad at me
Cause she seen a scene with Rasheeda baby father
Said, "You niggas all hopeless"
[Hook - J Cole:]
Got a pocket full of lint again, but it make no difference to me
Fallin' out with my friends again, but it make no difference to me
Goddamn I'm hopeless
Oh man I'm hopeless
Got no gas in my tank again, but it make no difference to me
Overdraft at the bank again, but it make no difference to me
Goddamn I'm hopeless
Lord knows I'm hopeless
Still I pray
[Wale:]
Nigga feelin' hopeless
Like a Penny with a hole in it
We as empty as a corazón of a widow
From a soul that she don't know when he's comin' home
He don't got no limit, hopeless
What's a purple heart to a hurt head?
He done done 12 years, he was told 6
Prolly go back in a minute, ain't shit here
Nigga so hopeless
Thoughts are ravaging in the whole crib
Now he post-traumatic and always on the edge
On the pills, some bills, two kids, one leg
Nigga so hopeless
A lot of black cops always clap back
And some foul white cops always on deck
Playin' race card, guarantee you'll make a blackjack
Nigga so hopeless
Cause we ain't 'posed to ever have shit
And we ain't vocal as rap
Niggas cause we don't mope unless we trap hits
Nigga hopeless
Look at what I go through to show you
Niggas respect money, money respect power
And power, we never given unless
A nigga catch, shoot or dribble
We are hopeless
Nah you ain't out here for the culture
You finna riot, without a purpose
You ain't a mothaf*ckin' rider, you a f*ckin' token, posin'
Nigga hopeless
Of course not literal
But why complain about the man
When a nigga with my skin
The same problems with them I had
Is out there killin' niggas too?
Eat your food, nigga
[Hook]
Writer: OSINACHI NWANERI, JERMAINE COLE, OLUBOWALE AKINTIMEHIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
The Middle Finger
Hate to be the bearer of bad news
But I can't move with too many rap dudes
I respect dudes from my double M crew
But I'm just not that dude hanging on to who's who's and such
Cash rule for some, got room for none
Can't fool with niggas who put the rumors up
Wanted to quit, rap music sucks
But couldn't run a 4.2, so with you I'm stuck
Went in the booth, truth? the only tool I trust
And that's sayin' a lot, cause Pro Tools be stuck
You grindin' hot, they wanna be cool with yah
They're like consignment shops, they're old news to us
Society, I trip 'em
Aye well look now
I got to be the realest
Aye well look now
Society, I trip 'em
Aye well look now
Should follow no nigga
Just the god inside of my mirror
F*ck you, leave me alone (aye well look now)
F*ck you, leave me alone
Fightin' for my respect, receive it or nothin' else
Preachin' and geekin', I kinda think that I'm Malcolm X
MDMA in my juice, jaws tired and thru
Now I'm sweatin' cause the bitches, they perspired me to
Are you judgin' me now? Do you f*ck with me now?
Miscarried my first child, ain't finna come out
F*ck the therapy route, where the syrup and loud?
Blue 30 come around, there's the smile
Opiated, could show up later with more elation
All my bitches say, "Take it easy, enjoy the paper"
Try to be with the people, see what I'm fightin'
Them inner demons, and how it was eatin' me while I be in Vegas
Yeah, life a gamble anyway jo
Pop a perc, I could merk through the pain though
Mind bills pilin' up, drop a single
Thrill's all gone when that mothaf*ckin' fame go
Ever seen a mix J Cole and Django?
Educated, shit, but he whip like he ain't though
Black bitches say my shit is so graceful
White bitches barely know me up in Graystone
Society, I trip 'em
Aye well look now
I got to be the realest
Aye well look now
Society, I trip 'em
Aye well look now
Should follow no nigga
Just the god inside of my mirror
F*ck you, leave me alone
But I can't move with too many rap dudes
I respect dudes from my double M crew
But I'm just not that dude hanging on to who's who's and such
Cash rule for some, got room for none
Can't fool with niggas who put the rumors up
Wanted to quit, rap music sucks
But couldn't run a 4.2, so with you I'm stuck
Went in the booth, truth? the only tool I trust
And that's sayin' a lot, cause Pro Tools be stuck
You grindin' hot, they wanna be cool with yah
They're like consignment shops, they're old news to us
Society, I trip 'em
Aye well look now
I got to be the realest
Aye well look now
Society, I trip 'em
Aye well look now
Should follow no nigga
Just the god inside of my mirror
F*ck you, leave me alone (aye well look now)
F*ck you, leave me alone
Fightin' for my respect, receive it or nothin' else
Preachin' and geekin', I kinda think that I'm Malcolm X
MDMA in my juice, jaws tired and thru
Now I'm sweatin' cause the bitches, they perspired me to
Are you judgin' me now? Do you f*ck with me now?
Miscarried my first child, ain't finna come out
F*ck the therapy route, where the syrup and loud?
Blue 30 come around, there's the smile
Opiated, could show up later with more elation
All my bitches say, "Take it easy, enjoy the paper"
Try to be with the people, see what I'm fightin'
Them inner demons, and how it was eatin' me while I be in Vegas
Yeah, life a gamble anyway jo
Pop a perc, I could merk through the pain though
Mind bills pilin' up, drop a single
Thrill's all gone when that mothaf*ckin' fame go
Ever seen a mix J Cole and Django?
Educated, shit, but he whip like he ain't though
Black bitches say my shit is so graceful
White bitches barely know me up in Graystone
Society, I trip 'em
Aye well look now
I got to be the realest
Aye well look now
Society, I trip 'em
Aye well look now
Should follow no nigga
Just the god inside of my mirror
F*ck you, leave me alone
Writer: DACOURY NATCHE, DAVID BAYLEY, OLUBOWALE AKINTIMEHIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The One Time In Houston
[Seinfeld sample:]
[George:] Nobody wants to be with someone who loves them
[Jerry:] No, people hate that
[George:] You want to be with somebody that doesn't like you
[Jerry:] Ideally
[George:] I am never saying 'I love you' again unless they say it first
Nigga gotta tell you...
In the most endearing manner...that these jawns is for everybody
H-town, with J. zooted
I'm with J. Harden, I'm coolin'
And the way the broads are choosing us
I think I'm 'bout to move out Houston
Nigga, got that black bottle on me
Black-black bottle on me
Half the Bs in my suitcase
On the brown, I'll probably OD
Cause I'm in H-town and I'm crawlin'
My favorite bitch at Dream be stripping around 2
She love to say "I f*ck with you, thank you for coming through"
She gon' get you in your feelings, then get you out of your loot
Oh, she don't love you
She don't
She don't
She don't
She don't love you no more
[Seinfeld sample:]
[Jerry:] Are you confident in the "I love you" return?
[George:] Fifty-fifty
[Jerry:] Cause if you don't get that return, that's a pretty big matzoh ball hanging out there
[George:] Aw, I've just got to say it once, everybody else gets to say it, why can't I say it?
[Elaine:] What, you never said it?
[George:] Once, to a dog
H-town, what they do, yeah
I'm with J. Harden, I'm coolin'
And the way the broads are choosing us
I think I'm 'bout to move out Houston
Nigga, got that Black Bottle on me
Black-black bottle on me
All the Bs that I brought in here
Is on the ground, I know we'll OD cause
I'm out H-town, just coolin'
My favorite bitch is ready, said "what did you try and do?"
I told her "it's whatever," she told me "whatever" too
She told me it's a problem, what's the problem?
"the loot"
Yeah, she don't love you
[Hook:]
She knows that I've been rolling up like a motherf*cker
I've been pouring up like a motherf*cker
Well, I've been creeping out like a motherf*cker, sleeping out like a motherf*cker
Friends tell me I'm a motherf*cker, they know
I've been rolling up like a motherf*cker
They know that I've been creeping out like a motherf*cker, sleeping out like a motherf*cker
Friends tell me I'm a motherf*cker, yeah you know, you know
That body bang, need a body bag
Syrup in bottles, be balancing my anxiety, hey
I ain't sipping to fit in with niggas
I go to Texas for women, and no Timbaland weather
Mademoiselle, every nigga fetish for reals
Stay till the morning, my shit be snoring off with that pill
What a role model I be
I bet I lost respect when you saw me sweating off MD-
MA, blame it on the batch, girl, it's OK
Pop one to relax, see, this rap shit is so fake
Women so fake, all these niggas so fake
So who am I to ask 'bout ass, titties or whole names?
Now she giving government and her number away
(She don't) Hey
Meaning she wanna do things not for public display
(She don't) Hey
I'm off a high and I'm losing my mind, in a daze, yeah
(She don't) Uh
So won't you tell me you love me while I'm stuck on this wave?
[Hook]
[George:] Nobody wants to be with someone who loves them
[Jerry:] No, people hate that
[George:] You want to be with somebody that doesn't like you
[Jerry:] Ideally
[George:] I am never saying 'I love you' again unless they say it first
Nigga gotta tell you...
In the most endearing manner...that these jawns is for everybody
H-town, with J. zooted
I'm with J. Harden, I'm coolin'
And the way the broads are choosing us
I think I'm 'bout to move out Houston
Nigga, got that black bottle on me
Black-black bottle on me
Half the Bs in my suitcase
On the brown, I'll probably OD
Cause I'm in H-town and I'm crawlin'
My favorite bitch at Dream be stripping around 2
She love to say "I f*ck with you, thank you for coming through"
She gon' get you in your feelings, then get you out of your loot
Oh, she don't love you
She don't
She don't
She don't
She don't love you no more
[Seinfeld sample:]
[Jerry:] Are you confident in the "I love you" return?
[George:] Fifty-fifty
[Jerry:] Cause if you don't get that return, that's a pretty big matzoh ball hanging out there
[George:] Aw, I've just got to say it once, everybody else gets to say it, why can't I say it?
[Elaine:] What, you never said it?
[George:] Once, to a dog
H-town, what they do, yeah
I'm with J. Harden, I'm coolin'
And the way the broads are choosing us
I think I'm 'bout to move out Houston
Nigga, got that Black Bottle on me
Black-black bottle on me
All the Bs that I brought in here
Is on the ground, I know we'll OD cause
I'm out H-town, just coolin'
My favorite bitch is ready, said "what did you try and do?"
I told her "it's whatever," she told me "whatever" too
She told me it's a problem, what's the problem?
"the loot"
Yeah, she don't love you
[Hook:]
She knows that I've been rolling up like a motherf*cker
I've been pouring up like a motherf*cker
Well, I've been creeping out like a motherf*cker, sleeping out like a motherf*cker
Friends tell me I'm a motherf*cker, they know
I've been rolling up like a motherf*cker
They know that I've been creeping out like a motherf*cker, sleeping out like a motherf*cker
Friends tell me I'm a motherf*cker, yeah you know, you know
That body bang, need a body bag
Syrup in bottles, be balancing my anxiety, hey
I ain't sipping to fit in with niggas
I go to Texas for women, and no Timbaland weather
Mademoiselle, every nigga fetish for reals
Stay till the morning, my shit be snoring off with that pill
What a role model I be
I bet I lost respect when you saw me sweating off MD-
MA, blame it on the batch, girl, it's OK
Pop one to relax, see, this rap shit is so fake
Women so fake, all these niggas so fake
So who am I to ask 'bout ass, titties or whole names?
Now she giving government and her number away
(She don't) Hey
Meaning she wanna do things not for public display
(She don't) Hey
I'm off a high and I'm losing my mind, in a daze, yeah
(She don't) Uh
So won't you tell me you love me while I'm stuck on this wave?
[Hook]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Girls On Drugs
Hey! Happy Festivus everyone!
I promise you ain't never really freak out until you be out at freak hours and see each and every freak out from free couch to free couch
[Chorus x4:]
We go deep and we don't get no sleep
Cause we be up all night until the early light
Man these niggas ain't serious
Do you know what type of women I've been dealing with?
I used to pop blues with my lil' bitch
I call her boo cuz her real one I will forget
I use a Uber to scoop me to SLS
What you expect, a little groupie to see my crib?
Oh no, these niggas ain't serious
Do you know what type of bitches I've been dealing with?
Try to tell me adderall make her get a rush
Used to use it to study until she fell in love
Told me that lil buzz just make her think a lot
Told her "Nah you lying, cuz you don't eat enough"
Nah Nah Nah
These women ain't serious
She sprinkled a little something up in her lip
Start sipping and now she sweating, her lips clenched
Kind of dizzy, her friends tell her to get a grip
I'm trying to get me a real woman to take out
But for now, they're wild
They rather get it in
[Hook:]
Girls on drugs
Girls on drugs
Girls on drugs
Pills and subs when them beers ain't enough
They still need love
[Chorus x2]
In her purse where her hand go
She disperse by the handful
Coco make her go up
Nothing popping, pop a zan when she laying low
Bars to break, so many bars to break
She at the Grammy's turnt, none of the stars is fake
She like "Oh my God, I'm on the moon and shit"
And my particular moon like a platoon and shit
You know the niggas I be dealing with
Politicians and niggas living it on the rip
And my position to give this shit to little kids
Is not official unless I'm giving them authentic
We're all living with small demons
We're all sinning, it's all similar
Broads with us and they bong hitting
Let me tell you about the bitches I've been chilling with
The really insecure ones look good as shit
Nothing fill the void of a little pill
A little shot, she ain't shy when the shit spill
And it's hard to feel alive when you're feeling dead inside
Beside that the lime light be so real
Let me tell you about the bitches that I kick it with
Told me nobody love her and so she cut her wrist
Not enough for the hospital but cut it close
That's why she want to get high because she's feeling low
Told me pour me a vodka, pill and little smoke
So I could numb her insides and we will never know
[Hook]
I promise you ain't never really freak out until you be out at freak hours and see each and every freak out from free couch to free couch
[Chorus x4:]
We go deep and we don't get no sleep
Cause we be up all night until the early light
Man these niggas ain't serious
Do you know what type of women I've been dealing with?
I used to pop blues with my lil' bitch
I call her boo cuz her real one I will forget
I use a Uber to scoop me to SLS
What you expect, a little groupie to see my crib?
Oh no, these niggas ain't serious
Do you know what type of bitches I've been dealing with?
Try to tell me adderall make her get a rush
Used to use it to study until she fell in love
Told me that lil buzz just make her think a lot
Told her "Nah you lying, cuz you don't eat enough"
Nah Nah Nah
These women ain't serious
She sprinkled a little something up in her lip
Start sipping and now she sweating, her lips clenched
Kind of dizzy, her friends tell her to get a grip
I'm trying to get me a real woman to take out
But for now, they're wild
They rather get it in
[Hook:]
Girls on drugs
Girls on drugs
Girls on drugs
Pills and subs when them beers ain't enough
They still need love
[Chorus x2]
In her purse where her hand go
She disperse by the handful
Coco make her go up
Nothing popping, pop a zan when she laying low
Bars to break, so many bars to break
She at the Grammy's turnt, none of the stars is fake
She like "Oh my God, I'm on the moon and shit"
And my particular moon like a platoon and shit
You know the niggas I be dealing with
Politicians and niggas living it on the rip
And my position to give this shit to little kids
Is not official unless I'm giving them authentic
We're all living with small demons
We're all sinning, it's all similar
Broads with us and they bong hitting
Let me tell you about the bitches I've been chilling with
The really insecure ones look good as shit
Nothing fill the void of a little pill
A little shot, she ain't shy when the shit spill
And it's hard to feel alive when you're feeling dead inside
Beside that the lime light be so real
Let me tell you about the bitches that I kick it with
Told me nobody love her and so she cut her wrist
Not enough for the hospital but cut it close
That's why she want to get high because she's feeling low
Told me pour me a vodka, pill and little smoke
So I could numb her insides and we will never know
[Hook]
Writer: TERRY LEWIS, JAMES HARRIS III, JANET JACKSON, OLUBOWALE AKINTEMEHIN, KEVIN SPENCER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
The God Smile
I shine
You shine
We fall
[Hook:]
Girls kissin' me all out, Christian Dior'd out
We gon' hold this city down 'til we see the whole city up
(Go shine, go shine your light on me
Go shine your light on me)
A1 when I'm on site, my day ones never think twice
Same one that get all the hate, through it all I illuminate away
(Go shine, go shine your light on me
Go and shine your light on me)
Nah nig, nah nig
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah nigga
Don't you doubt it if you was my nigga
We ain't fall out so you still my nigga
Don't always call you but you've been my nigga
You're still the same, nigga, it's just the trust
Nigga when you work hard
Used to get the outfit up off Curt Bone
We done came a long way from the all day store
And now spending 8 somethin' out Bergdoff
Word up, pray to God that my self good
Stand close to my rivals
Like you got a job they would kill for
It's all good cause the flow is to die for
My God, nigga life like a dice roll
And it's twice hard throwin' 'em with mics on
I hit 'em with the rap, everybody slept
Then I came back, killin' everybody's nap like a hot comb
At Saks 'bout to cop more
And cop more if they got more
And come back if they got more
Middle finger to them folks, tell 'em GABOS
Cause this game ain't based on sympathy
Know that fame will steal your energy
[Hook]
At 21, played running back
24 I had the city mad
Slim Charles in the Y now
You could say me and him brought the city back
Used to hustle in hand-me-downs
Now I'm whippin' the Camry 'round
Hit licks in Baltimore
Gettin' Hip-Hop chicken in like Kevin Liles
Uptown, I learned a lot
Suburbs taught me good
The white girl destroyed the black neighborhood
So white boys can run the world
White cops is goin' to war
I write thoughts and put 'em in songs
And the devil around the corner
It's all good cause the God is livin' in you
Cops can look in the bag
Tricky to man so can you read a mind
And they used to go to madness, and I ain't really have it
Somehow they let another Eddie advance
Well I shine for the niggas that passed
So my niggas in the pen got me pushin' a pad
Back in the crack era, daddy whippin' a cab
But now I'm pushin' a camper doin' a similar route
One time, [?] meets Jay Hov
Marion Berry meetin' with Barry O
This is Lil Wayne meets Wayne Perry
This is bad brains from the go go
I'm in tears so I'm thankful
Cause I got haters and I got flow
Niggas can't tell me nothin', I got this shit jumpin'
From the white house to the black hole
Don't let no lame tell you differently
Bitch I'm the savior of the DMV
[Hook]
You shine
We fall
[Hook:]
Girls kissin' me all out, Christian Dior'd out
We gon' hold this city down 'til we see the whole city up
(Go shine, go shine your light on me
Go shine your light on me)
A1 when I'm on site, my day ones never think twice
Same one that get all the hate, through it all I illuminate away
(Go shine, go shine your light on me
Go and shine your light on me)
Nah nig, nah nig
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah nigga
Don't you doubt it if you was my nigga
We ain't fall out so you still my nigga
Don't always call you but you've been my nigga
You're still the same, nigga, it's just the trust
Nigga when you work hard
Used to get the outfit up off Curt Bone
We done came a long way from the all day store
And now spending 8 somethin' out Bergdoff
Word up, pray to God that my self good
Stand close to my rivals
Like you got a job they would kill for
It's all good cause the flow is to die for
My God, nigga life like a dice roll
And it's twice hard throwin' 'em with mics on
I hit 'em with the rap, everybody slept
Then I came back, killin' everybody's nap like a hot comb
At Saks 'bout to cop more
And cop more if they got more
And come back if they got more
Middle finger to them folks, tell 'em GABOS
Cause this game ain't based on sympathy
Know that fame will steal your energy
[Hook]
At 21, played running back
24 I had the city mad
Slim Charles in the Y now
You could say me and him brought the city back
Used to hustle in hand-me-downs
Now I'm whippin' the Camry 'round
Hit licks in Baltimore
Gettin' Hip-Hop chicken in like Kevin Liles
Uptown, I learned a lot
Suburbs taught me good
The white girl destroyed the black neighborhood
So white boys can run the world
White cops is goin' to war
I write thoughts and put 'em in songs
And the devil around the corner
It's all good cause the God is livin' in you
Cops can look in the bag
Tricky to man so can you read a mind
And they used to go to madness, and I ain't really have it
Somehow they let another Eddie advance
Well I shine for the niggas that passed
So my niggas in the pen got me pushin' a pad
Back in the crack era, daddy whippin' a cab
But now I'm pushin' a camper doin' a similar route
One time, [?] meets Jay Hov
Marion Berry meetin' with Barry O
This is Lil Wayne meets Wayne Perry
This is bad brains from the go go
I'm in tears so I'm thankful
Cause I got haters and I got flow
Niggas can't tell me nothin', I got this shit jumpin'
From the white house to the black hole
Don't let no lame tell you differently
Bitch I'm the savior of the DMV
[Hook]
Writer: DACOURY NATCHE, OLUBOWALE AKINTIMEHIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Need To Know
I guess maybe some little problems could arise
(There are always a few)
If anything happened and we couldn't be friends the way we are now, that would really be bad
(Devastating)
Because this is very good
(And that would be good)
That would be good too, the idea is to combine this with that
Tryna keep it low
Keep 'em on that need to know
Tell everybody that we're just friends
But to be honest that plutonic shit's for TV shows
Same place, we're with different folks
Case closed if they crack the code
Is it me, or is you cold?
Cause the feelings you ain't showin' pokin' out your clothes
Go put a sweater on or get a room
Forbidden fruit, swim in your juice
Lot of ways I can get to you
But my train of thought is tryna get you out your ch-ch-choo
Still we keep it low
Keep 'em on that need to know
Cause somebody tell somebody
And somebody then sorry but somebody gon' need to go
[Hook - SZA:]
I'm not tryna pressure you
Just can't stop thinkin' 'bout you
You ain't even really gotta be my boyfriend
I just wanna know your name
And maybe some time
We can hook up
We can hang out, we can just chill
Tryna keep it low
Keep 'em on that need to know
Tell everybody that we're just cool
As far as me and you, we got a simple code
Spendin' nights, well that's optional
No telephones in the afternoon
I know that overthinkin' only leads to subtweetin'
Every time your ass in the mood
Sharin' thoughts when we share a room
Though we barely talk when we share a room
In the dark, still see your curves
Body like what, swear to God you're a miracle
[Hook]
I mean let's say, what if we did?
(What if?)
Is that like the end of the world or something?
(Certainly not!)
Why shouldn't we be able to do that once in a while if we want to?
(I know!)
I mean really, what is the big deal? We go in there, we're in there for a while and then we come back out here. It's not complicated
(It's almost stupid if we didn't!)
It's moronic
(Absurd!)
[Hook]
(There are always a few)
If anything happened and we couldn't be friends the way we are now, that would really be bad
(Devastating)
Because this is very good
(And that would be good)
That would be good too, the idea is to combine this with that
Tryna keep it low
Keep 'em on that need to know
Tell everybody that we're just friends
But to be honest that plutonic shit's for TV shows
Same place, we're with different folks
Case closed if they crack the code
Is it me, or is you cold?
Cause the feelings you ain't showin' pokin' out your clothes
Go put a sweater on or get a room
Forbidden fruit, swim in your juice
Lot of ways I can get to you
But my train of thought is tryna get you out your ch-ch-choo
Still we keep it low
Keep 'em on that need to know
Cause somebody tell somebody
And somebody then sorry but somebody gon' need to go
[Hook - SZA:]
I'm not tryna pressure you
Just can't stop thinkin' 'bout you
You ain't even really gotta be my boyfriend
I just wanna know your name
And maybe some time
We can hook up
We can hang out, we can just chill
Tryna keep it low
Keep 'em on that need to know
Tell everybody that we're just cool
As far as me and you, we got a simple code
Spendin' nights, well that's optional
No telephones in the afternoon
I know that overthinkin' only leads to subtweetin'
Every time your ass in the mood
Sharin' thoughts when we share a room
Though we barely talk when we share a room
In the dark, still see your curves
Body like what, swear to God you're a miracle
[Hook]
I mean let's say, what if we did?
(What if?)
Is that like the end of the world or something?
(Certainly not!)
Why shouldn't we be able to do that once in a while if we want to?
(I know!)
I mean really, what is the big deal? We go in there, we're in there for a while and then we come back out here. It's not complicated
(It's almost stupid if we didn't!)
It's moronic
(Absurd!)
[Hook]
Writer: BOBBY HEBB, OLUBOWALE VICTOR AKINTIMEHIN, JULIAN GRAMMA, CARVIN HAGGINS, TAALIB JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, BMG Rights Management
The Success
The worst thing is when you get comfortable
That's why success is the enemy
Lord forgive us, we're sinners
Was poor with the other children
Of course the ills that are less fortunate
Support while they're killing
Graduated from school just to live on their knees
And wonder why the undergrads don't wait for summer for heat
Cause a drug dealer's destiny's still reaching that key
Who are y'all to disagree
While everybody is looking for somethin'
Where the lookouts look out and be like "cuckoo, they comin'"
So it's nothin' when the income is nothin'
And the heat never be on so get that heat from the oven
It's humility, still humanized by these memories
You and I could never eye to eye
Cause my style's like 5 guillotines
I'm more head then cutting off 5 foreheads
10 I seen, the tenacity of my swords edge
Boy.. been built for that
Seen blood get spilt for less
These young bloods like a bad drug
Can't find a cure, take a pill back
Uh, rah rah, D.C. mean "don't come"
A "dick choke" if your ho cum
That was told to me by Curt Bone
And that's fact, shout out Wayne and Corn too
I ain't slang in the 80's but... I feel the pain y'all went through
[Sample]
As a hustler's "Ambition" continues
All them side ways niggas try and do you like Bishop
And I'm sorry if you 30, still purchasing nickels
Cause I'm pushing 30 and the nickel be purchasing Wizards
Like "Ted and Zach, I got the bread, let's go and chat"
Man I made so much off of beanies we can go over cap
El Captain of the rappers songs, get at me dog
And I'm Christ' Dior with a crispy cuff over Paranorms
Stuntin', oh oh, I'm stuntin'
Ho-bo if there's shit in the bus scoop us a seven
Avenue livin', whats up
Revenue up the wazoo cause I hustle
Used to listen to Wasalu
I so was "Kick, Push"'ing the product out DTLR
Pardon me I'm just dwelling
Pursuing the exit from the cesspool we ascended
Uh tell me I ain't successful
[Sample]
That's why success is the enemy
Lord forgive us, we're sinners
Was poor with the other children
Of course the ills that are less fortunate
Support while they're killing
Graduated from school just to live on their knees
And wonder why the undergrads don't wait for summer for heat
Cause a drug dealer's destiny's still reaching that key
Who are y'all to disagree
While everybody is looking for somethin'
Where the lookouts look out and be like "cuckoo, they comin'"
So it's nothin' when the income is nothin'
And the heat never be on so get that heat from the oven
It's humility, still humanized by these memories
You and I could never eye to eye
Cause my style's like 5 guillotines
I'm more head then cutting off 5 foreheads
10 I seen, the tenacity of my swords edge
Boy.. been built for that
Seen blood get spilt for less
These young bloods like a bad drug
Can't find a cure, take a pill back
Uh, rah rah, D.C. mean "don't come"
A "dick choke" if your ho cum
That was told to me by Curt Bone
And that's fact, shout out Wayne and Corn too
I ain't slang in the 80's but... I feel the pain y'all went through
[Sample]
As a hustler's "Ambition" continues
All them side ways niggas try and do you like Bishop
And I'm sorry if you 30, still purchasing nickels
Cause I'm pushing 30 and the nickel be purchasing Wizards
Like "Ted and Zach, I got the bread, let's go and chat"
Man I made so much off of beanies we can go over cap
El Captain of the rappers songs, get at me dog
And I'm Christ' Dior with a crispy cuff over Paranorms
Stuntin', oh oh, I'm stuntin'
Ho-bo if there's shit in the bus scoop us a seven
Avenue livin', whats up
Revenue up the wazoo cause I hustle
Used to listen to Wasalu
I so was "Kick, Push"'ing the product out DTLR
Pardon me I'm just dwelling
Pursuing the exit from the cesspool we ascended
Uh tell me I ain't successful
[Sample]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Glass Egg
...And they say don't ever change (change on me)
Although beautiful matrimony is a rapper balancing your women, your riches and at least half your homies
You're at the top, don't crack!
[Hook:]
I've been doing my own thing
And they said don't never change
And I pray I stay the same
Want everything for everybody 'round me
I've been doing my own thing
And we said we'd never change
And I pray we stay the same
Fame changin' everybody 'round me
OK, good business with mad friends (and we said we'd never change)
But bad business with mad friends, aha, glass egg
Used to be my homie, me and you was chillin'
Now that shit got cold like the OG with that finger roll
That Spur, probably cop it, cause the more I drink Wallace
And it's worse when they even in their fillings of your pockets
Then I got my deal
Started wondering if them peoples with me are for real
Mmm, I figure them'll do it, not us
Mmm, the bond was thick, now just the blot is
And isn't it ironic, getting a name can make you anonymous
My newest of hobbies, collecting calls from the lock-ups
Tell em I know he's so sick of the walls, when he get home, he going shopping
Mmm, look at the time that caught us
Talked to the Times when younger and made me get my life in order
Real in it for life, but now look at the price
But now look at that register, everything in here slight
Mmm, cause I'm John doing a hype
Look at how the moral of the story, but don't see its advice
It's right, it's like life is like a glass egg
Tryna maintain while coming to fame and keeping your last friends
Yeah, you know that balance of
Cause who on your back or who got your back
I promise the line is this thin [?] really
You know that balance of
Cause who on your back or who got your back
I promise the line is this thin
(I got this glass egg somehow on the top of this, balanced, on the top of this mountain, you know?
I don't know how I got it there exactly, but I see it's there and I got to end this with the right feeling)
[Hook]
OK, good business with mad friends (and we say we never change)
But bad business with mad friends, aha, glass egg
Look at the years invested, who would have figured or guessed it (pa[?])
Look at you there's the Contra kept the cold but you got extra men
Told you I would get this straight, told you once I got big
It's lonely at the top by the population looking in, ahh
Then I got my deal
Started wondering if them peoples with me are for real (sometimes the mighty let the devil in)
Yeah, now salutations to my former friends
Forming to form against me is currently your form of defense
And now it hurts me to say, sometimes your sandbox [?] equipped for dirty exchange, now was it
[?] or that bling in a hurt or sustain at curtain calls, one of two that either boo or bouquets, so was it
Worth of your fam or worth all tha fame
Exchange your personal relationships for personal gains
I'm telling you, balance is a bitch
Cause when you're back, who got your back
I promise the line is this thin, really, uh
I'm telling you about [?]
Cause when you're back, who got your back
Sometimes that line don't exist, I'm out
[Hook x2]
Although beautiful matrimony is a rapper balancing your women, your riches and at least half your homies
You're at the top, don't crack!
[Hook:]
I've been doing my own thing
And they said don't never change
And I pray I stay the same
Want everything for everybody 'round me
I've been doing my own thing
And we said we'd never change
And I pray we stay the same
Fame changin' everybody 'round me
OK, good business with mad friends (and we said we'd never change)
But bad business with mad friends, aha, glass egg
Used to be my homie, me and you was chillin'
Now that shit got cold like the OG with that finger roll
That Spur, probably cop it, cause the more I drink Wallace
And it's worse when they even in their fillings of your pockets
Then I got my deal
Started wondering if them peoples with me are for real
Mmm, I figure them'll do it, not us
Mmm, the bond was thick, now just the blot is
And isn't it ironic, getting a name can make you anonymous
My newest of hobbies, collecting calls from the lock-ups
Tell em I know he's so sick of the walls, when he get home, he going shopping
Mmm, look at the time that caught us
Talked to the Times when younger and made me get my life in order
Real in it for life, but now look at the price
But now look at that register, everything in here slight
Mmm, cause I'm John doing a hype
Look at how the moral of the story, but don't see its advice
It's right, it's like life is like a glass egg
Tryna maintain while coming to fame and keeping your last friends
Yeah, you know that balance of
Cause who on your back or who got your back
I promise the line is this thin [?] really
You know that balance of
Cause who on your back or who got your back
I promise the line is this thin
(I got this glass egg somehow on the top of this, balanced, on the top of this mountain, you know?
I don't know how I got it there exactly, but I see it's there and I got to end this with the right feeling)
[Hook]
OK, good business with mad friends (and we say we never change)
But bad business with mad friends, aha, glass egg
Look at the years invested, who would have figured or guessed it (pa[?])
Look at you there's the Contra kept the cold but you got extra men
Told you I would get this straight, told you once I got big
It's lonely at the top by the population looking in, ahh
Then I got my deal
Started wondering if them peoples with me are for real (sometimes the mighty let the devil in)
Yeah, now salutations to my former friends
Forming to form against me is currently your form of defense
And now it hurts me to say, sometimes your sandbox [?] equipped for dirty exchange, now was it
[?] or that bling in a hurt or sustain at curtain calls, one of two that either boo or bouquets, so was it
Worth of your fam or worth all tha fame
Exchange your personal relationships for personal gains
I'm telling you, balance is a bitch
Cause when you're back, who got your back
I promise the line is this thin, really, uh
I'm telling you about [?]
Cause when you're back, who got your back
Sometimes that line don't exist, I'm out
[Hook x2]
Writer: ALEX FONSECA, AMEL E. LARRIEUX, BRYCE P. WILSON, BURT F. BACHARACH, DARRYL BROWN, HAL DAVID, OLUBOWALE VICTOR AKINTIMEHIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
The Bloom (AG3)
[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:
[Hook:]
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 niggas
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*cking 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 nigga try to sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild nigga living the dream
Although I'm not who I'm destined to be
They keep saying, "Grow up"
[Hook]
I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet
But in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my shit in check
And shit 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 pass 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 nigga who covet mine
And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes
But I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative music
And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence
Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches 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 niggas 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*cking crown
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell these niggas I'mma get 'em every other time
Young, wild niggas sit in your seat
Know every weekend every liquor for free
With chilly roller for leaf, nothing so silly, bitch, I sow what I reap
Double M Genius, make these bitches so deep
I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak
Put my cardio in the audio and you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets
Outstanding, shitting on niggas, 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 shit, nigga.
This how you start the motherf*cking show.
My fourth joint in a row.
The moon's in the motherf*ckin' sky, all rise
[Hook]
[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:
[Hook:]
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 niggas
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*cking 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 nigga try to sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild nigga living the dream
Although I'm not who I'm destined to be
They keep saying, "Grow up"
[Hook]
I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet
But in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my shit in check
And shit 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 pass 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 nigga who covet mine
And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes
But I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative music
And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence
Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches 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 niggas 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*cking crown
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell these niggas I'mma get 'em every other time
Young, wild niggas sit in your seat
Know every weekend every liquor for free
With chilly roller for leaf, nothing so silly, bitch, I sow what I reap
Double M Genius, make these bitches so deep
I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak
Put my cardio in the audio and you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets
Outstanding, shitting on niggas, 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 shit, nigga.
This how you start the motherf*cking show.
My fourth joint in a row.
The moon's in the motherf*ckin' sky, all rise
[Hook]
Writer: OLUBOWALE AKINTIMEHIN
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM OUTLANDER MUSIC LP, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM OUTLANDER MUSIC LP, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Matrimony
[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:
[Hook:]
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 niggas
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*cking 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 nigga try to sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild nigga living the dream
Although I'm not who I'm destined to be
They keep saying, "Grow up"
[Hook]
I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet
But in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my shit in check
And shit 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 pass 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 nigga who covet mine
And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes
But I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative music
And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence
Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches 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 niggas 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*cking crown
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell these niggas I'mma get 'em every other time
Young, wild niggas sit in your seat
Know every weekend every liquor for free
With chilly roller for leaf, nothing so silly, bitch, I sow what I reap
Double M Genius, make these bitches so deep
I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak
Put my cardio in the audio and you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets
Outstanding, shitting on niggas, 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 shit, nigga.
This how you start the motherf*cking show.
My fourth joint in a row.
The moon's in the motherf*ckin' sky, all rise
[Hook]
[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:
[Hook:]
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 niggas
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*cking 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 nigga try to sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild nigga living the dream
Although I'm not who I'm destined to be
They keep saying, "Grow up"
[Hook]
I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet
But in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my shit in check
And shit 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 pass 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 nigga who covet mine
And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes
But I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative music
And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence
Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches 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 niggas 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*cking crown
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell these niggas I'mma get 'em every other time
Young, wild niggas sit in your seat
Know every weekend every liquor for free
With chilly roller for leaf, nothing so silly, bitch, I sow what I reap
Double M Genius, make these bitches so deep
I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak
Put my cardio in the audio and you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets
Outstanding, shitting on niggas, 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 shit, nigga.
This how you start the motherf*cking show.
My fourth joint in a row.
The moon's in the motherf*ckin' sky, all rise
[Hook]
Writer: Jacob Brian Dutton, Khalil Abdul-rahman, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Samuel Joseph Dew
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Body
Hehehe
Hey, let's f*ck around
Look
Body, body, body, body (yeah)
I'ma need that right on me (ha)
(Yeah, let's have some fun, ah)
Now body, body, body, body (yeah)
I'ma need that right on me (waddup)
Pick it up, she drop it low
I pick it up, she drop it low
I pick it up, she drop it low
I pick it up, yeah
Now, body, body, body, body
I'ma need that right on me (look)
Now, body, body, body, body
I'ma need that right on me (Oh now that my bag down, yeah)
I got love for you, be a cup for you
Beat it a couple times, just having a cuff on it
I never loved women, they outta time now
And since I had a baby girl, I'm in my vibe now
Who gon' f*ck with us? One of the realest niggas
I got a million from Nima from being independent, feel it
Fear of God, zipper on, Jay Lorenzo dog, let me get like four, bruh, uh
Folarin season, nigga stop sleepin'
Early morning hit a sermon, that be plot speakin'
Sweet pussy, sat days like I can't speak
Never ever, ever kiddin', bitch I don't play
Tell these mad rappers, I'ma lead this John Blaze
Stupid ass nigga, that was a reference to Mase
Remember the days, Harlem World, all the girls
Jealous guys still around and they in the way
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty (yeah)
What these little bitches want from me?
(You ain't hear me? I said, I said)
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
What these little bitches want from me?
Won't give em' a goddamn thing
Flows on flows, they float, they don't miss
Boats and hoes, my little rubber band, bitch
Coast to coast, like John Wall and Harden
My dogs in Palma Park put paws on your posse
Impossible is nothing, I'm livin' it up
Indian soul, and shawty look like India Love
I'm into your love, I'm into your mind, into your vibe
It's in your stomach, and one day it'll get you to shine
The old album title
Was so-so with the sales, but did it without a writer
Somebody want a problem with us, better buy a bible or rifle
And hire a fire ass Nascar guy to drive
Yeah, I'm on my earn hard shit
Want my young niggas that earn y'all shit
Nigga think I ain't got the word out shit
Man, I know the little niggas that serve y'all shit
Pull up in the Ghost at the carry-out, bitch
Niggas never know about my whereabouts, bitch
Somewhere in Carrol City, a carousel whip
Meaning there's so many horses it's like a marathon, bitch
Body, body, body, body (yeah)
Can I get my cheek popped, please? Do it for my PYT
I wanna love you, pretty young thing
And that single still was platinum
'Cause academically they f*ck with me
That's why I'm struggle-free, yeah
They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up
They fallin' off, I'm f*ckin' up
The f*ckin' charts, they f*ckin' up
'Cause I ain't on 'em, but me and Bonnie gon' see what's up (right)
I hope my woman ain't scorned
She see me on that Tidal, so her entitlement gone
I ain't findin' no wife, and that's probably 'cause of myself
Heaven knows mental health is a detriment to my wealth, nigga
Inshallah, let me rock
Shout out to Rockville, I was out in Lincoln Park
Up in Mark Twain with the savage
All my friends crazy, my bitches was the baddest
Iceberg shit, you thought it was one of the brothers
Shit ain't been the same, since I signed to Warner Brother
Double eff the hate, all the shade, all the money
I'm tryin' to find a way to order momma a little daughter
Shoutout to Baltimore, you ain't know it's like a war
Young niggas dyin', they tryna weather the storm
The Chi niggas shovelin' snow to weather the storm
And Chi niggas dyin' (no, no)
Body, body, bodies, bodies
Another black man dead in the street (hey, hey, look)
Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
They just don't like my people (black lives still matter to me)
One time
They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up
They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up
They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up (hey)
Now, body, body, bodies, bodies, what is y'all
Hey, let's f*ck around
Look
Body, body, body, body (yeah)
I'ma need that right on me (ha)
(Yeah, let's have some fun, ah)
Now body, body, body, body (yeah)
I'ma need that right on me (waddup)
Pick it up, she drop it low
I pick it up, she drop it low
I pick it up, she drop it low
I pick it up, yeah
Now, body, body, body, body
I'ma need that right on me (look)
Now, body, body, body, body
I'ma need that right on me (Oh now that my bag down, yeah)
I got love for you, be a cup for you
Beat it a couple times, just having a cuff on it
I never loved women, they outta time now
And since I had a baby girl, I'm in my vibe now
Who gon' f*ck with us? One of the realest niggas
I got a million from Nima from being independent, feel it
Fear of God, zipper on, Jay Lorenzo dog, let me get like four, bruh, uh
Folarin season, nigga stop sleepin'
Early morning hit a sermon, that be plot speakin'
Sweet pussy, sat days like I can't speak
Never ever, ever kiddin', bitch I don't play
Tell these mad rappers, I'ma lead this John Blaze
Stupid ass nigga, that was a reference to Mase
Remember the days, Harlem World, all the girls
Jealous guys still around and they in the way
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty (yeah)
What these little bitches want from me?
(You ain't hear me? I said, I said)
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
What these little bitches want from me?
Won't give em' a goddamn thing
Flows on flows, they float, they don't miss
Boats and hoes, my little rubber band, bitch
Coast to coast, like John Wall and Harden
My dogs in Palma Park put paws on your posse
Impossible is nothing, I'm livin' it up
Indian soul, and shawty look like India Love
I'm into your love, I'm into your mind, into your vibe
It's in your stomach, and one day it'll get you to shine
The old album title
Was so-so with the sales, but did it without a writer
Somebody want a problem with us, better buy a bible or rifle
And hire a fire ass Nascar guy to drive
Yeah, I'm on my earn hard shit
Want my young niggas that earn y'all shit
Nigga think I ain't got the word out shit
Man, I know the little niggas that serve y'all shit
Pull up in the Ghost at the carry-out, bitch
Niggas never know about my whereabouts, bitch
Somewhere in Carrol City, a carousel whip
Meaning there's so many horses it's like a marathon, bitch
Body, body, body, body (yeah)
Can I get my cheek popped, please? Do it for my PYT
I wanna love you, pretty young thing
And that single still was platinum
'Cause academically they f*ck with me
That's why I'm struggle-free, yeah
They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up
They fallin' off, I'm f*ckin' up
The f*ckin' charts, they f*ckin' up
'Cause I ain't on 'em, but me and Bonnie gon' see what's up (right)
I hope my woman ain't scorned
She see me on that Tidal, so her entitlement gone
I ain't findin' no wife, and that's probably 'cause of myself
Heaven knows mental health is a detriment to my wealth, nigga
Inshallah, let me rock
Shout out to Rockville, I was out in Lincoln Park
Up in Mark Twain with the savage
All my friends crazy, my bitches was the baddest
Iceberg shit, you thought it was one of the brothers
Shit ain't been the same, since I signed to Warner Brother
Double eff the hate, all the shade, all the money
I'm tryin' to find a way to order momma a little daughter
Shoutout to Baltimore, you ain't know it's like a war
Young niggas dyin', they tryna weather the storm
The Chi niggas shovelin' snow to weather the storm
And Chi niggas dyin' (no, no)
Body, body, bodies, bodies
Another black man dead in the street (hey, hey, look)
Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
They just don't like my people (black lives still matter to me)
One time
They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up
They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up
They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up (hey)
Now, body, body, bodies, bodies, what is y'all
Writer: Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Vincent Leigh Elliott, Sean Momberger
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.