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Wale

Change Up

 

Change Up

(الألبوم: Folarin - 2012)


The same old nigga since day one
Sharp as a ginzu though my tennis shoes Ray Guns
Raise up your glass, puff and pass for they hating ass
W's on my mind, peep what I'm getting at
Attire proper, Bryce Harper though slightly darker
From where the drivers forgotten, you get blocka for parkas
Ronald's was poppin, they be wilding for posites
Shorty from Waldorf say Wale don't stop up your progress
It's not a problem, little mama, only a part of me polished
I get inside her head and promptly get Kylie Minoguing
Slick mouth, nigga, legendary with lyrics
And never let up, keep one leg up, nigga Kerry Kittles
It's very simple, I'm innocent, now you never winning
And I'm up about fifty effortlessly, nigga, check the ticker
Fuck a nigga, hate a hater, that's just how I'm living
And I'm playing ball with a chess board, nigga; Bobby Fischer
And it's hard to be focused going around all these women
I tell her I'm much deeper, that don't mean I'm much different
More like the writing, Iceberg Slim with better diction
She let me hit her in the gut, feel it like premonitions
Wooh, you know I'm feeling myself
Tell these niggas Folarin back on my way to that belt
By the way of the beltway, where they hating too much
When niggas dirty, thirsty, hungry they subjects to lunch
Right? But at least we see that's the problem being not on
I inspire for well-off, y'all inspire for well-known
Not no LeBron, but I'm cool with being Jamal
Cross, somebody falling, don't keep reaching, let me just ball
Just ball with these groupies, been tired of these niggas
They ain't seeing me stunting, like a tint-job on a Bentley
Your annual is my rent fee, been playing it cool, don't tempt me
Fuck that, but nah, I take 'em out to lunch, I'm a cannibal to these emcees
Ever so glutinous, miss me with that sucker shit
Tatted out with angels
Since I pray I don't get caught up in this game, nigga
Not a chance, nigga
About a dollar so they hollering I changed, nigga
Same lyrics, just the stage different
Sneakerman Daniel san, we still crane kick 'em
Tell the haters better raincheck me
One call to clean them up, still hang with made niggas

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