[Wale]
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Wale, I kick it, I kick it like Olindo
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I wear my Nike boots in Gucci
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I don't wear no Timbo
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I kick it any tempo
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I'm lifted off the indo
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I'm poppin champagne, drinkin till I'm jumpin out the windooow,
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haha If the autotune's gone bet they'll all tune in
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So I'mma do it bigger than an Audemar wrist watch
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Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin Grammies when these niggas is actin?
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They phony, should get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin
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It's utterly bologna so I'm Muslim to these rappers
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Fuck yappin they lucky we don't clap em
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And have them people leakin like they're CD isn't mastered
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CD is in plasic, these niggas is has-beens
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We ain't makin friends while these niggas is Anistons
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Dig, these niggas is fake joe
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Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the fuckin clock radios
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[HOOK]
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We original officially the most original
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If we wasn't so original then we'd be criminal
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Wale and K'naan they don't know is they're radio
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How the hell did they fit the TV in the radiooo
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[Wale]
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They told me go in, no problem I'mma go in
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And shy away from drama, I ain't run away from no man
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And there ain't been no buster prepared for you suckas
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Then they'll play with Mario Brothers when it was duck hunt
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That's words to my mama, since I was in a starter
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A nigga been a star before I forfeited my scholar
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Shit didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem
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Shit my homecoming is here I'm who they call up
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So I still be on that yard with a feely of that Marley
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From the city the Philly women willing to menage
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Though I put em on pause since Manilli been involved
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Though everybody's on me like the Milli V part
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Now I'm from the D Dot where we not no beatboxers
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We talkin B blockers keep us with deep pockets
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See not no fad or no internet phenom
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But he be's on that web like he be's with Pete Parker
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Me I'm not shy and my partner's Somalian
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K'naan and my buzz is too big like Comala
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Ballin, Folarin so goddamn hard
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Fat rhymes everytime bitch Roseanne bars... Wale
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[HOOK]
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[K'naan]
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I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret
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And Wale been tellin other rappers take a deep breath
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And don't perform after him or you might regret
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I guess they didn't get the memo or the leaflet
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You know if you was harder than me then you'd be led
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And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead
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And I'm Somali so I guess I'm just trynna eat bread
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Fuckin with my people well that's called the Heath Ledge
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Needless to say I turn rap beef to piglets
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Make you speechless, make you bloody, make you teethless
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Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
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I been on more red carpets than Ryan Seacrest
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Don't cross me cause my friend I'm no Jesus
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I don't turn cheecks or draw blood like leeches
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And my friend's a nut me spark in heaters
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Get your ass privileges with parking meters
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Do I condone it or is this some kinda small talk?
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Course not, I'm big like horse nut
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Under pressure I don't sweat like my pores shut
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I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by klick klacks and big bwaps
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And inside they think rap soft
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My pen sparks the benchmark I fench off tar
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No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten bars cough
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Now I'm off
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[Wale]
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Hold up, hold up, hold up
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TV In The Radio
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Wale |