[Intro: Wale]
Real rap, peel back in the matte black
She ain't at where I'm at, send that $$# back


[Verse 1: Wale]
Hoes in the telly on the late night

Smoking real good, my eyes late flight
She riding now, she tryna tell me where her heart was at
I'm like nah, what the face like

Yea, I'm a straight shot
I'm a thorough ^!$$% but I'm a great guy
In a old car, a new paint job

My crew ain't the squad, Manute ain't tall
Who ain't talking that %#@! the ballers get with - Ralph
All of this %#@! is scholarship flow, I'm tossing free wisdom

I'm aware that my artistry different
I'm aware that my heart is by my cuff link
Though I'm living a life with a lot of plush things

I'm living a life without trusting
Yea, too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd
Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds

The IRS, and a few broads

[Break: Wale]

Real rap, peel back in the matte black
She ain't at where I'm at, send that $$# back
I'mma tell you where these guys staying, where they at

Them ^!$$%s ain't fly, they can't rap

[Hook: Wale]

Yup yup, can a ^!$$% flow
Yup yup, got a million hoes
Yup yup, when a ^!$$% step out in a pair of what's those

Yup yup, all the ^!$$%s go

Yup yup, at a ^!$$% show

Live (*##$es at a ^!$$% show
Yup yup, when a ^!$$% step out in a pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the (*##$es go


[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Yop yop, ^!$$% getting rich

Yop yop, ^!$$% bought a Six
Yop, I, bought a spot on the top floor
And my view from the living room, it go off shore

Yea, yop yop, ^!$$% on his tip
Yop yop, ^!$$% never slip
Nah, hold up, wait a minute with that homie %#@!

I was on my grind, you ain't never loan me %#@!
I was on a mission, ^!$$% you ain't never load a clip
Hold up, you remind me of my old (*##$

Hold up, why you always on that ho %#@!
Man hold up, got me talking 'bout some old %#@!
So I get back to the money, say I'm acting funny

Face everywhere, thank God I ain't ugly
See him in the mirror, they say God is above me
In a Porsche Panamera, smoking weed, getting skully

Yop, so come get me if you want me
Me and my buddy, leave %#@! real bloody
Yellow tape on the beat, it's no wonder why they love me


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Wale]
It's a whole lotta 'Gnac, not a lot to chase
And the hoes in the back, they ain't tryna wait

She open thighs and I'm close-minded
This is Cashmere Thoughts meets North Face
This is Iceberg Slim with some more game

This is Martin Payne, ^!$$%s Pam James
That's a damn shame, ^!$$%s without game
Call them all the time, I call 'em any name

I am highly respected amongst young dames
Rolling up sour, bumping Sweet James, Jones
G thing made G's, speaking G code

On fire, make a riot be a free show
Beat a beat up, get a couple knots
I am nothing like these mutha$#&@in' other guys
Them PR's sitting hard with them number nines
In the fall, they be talking that the summer's mine


[Bridge] + [Hook]