Folarin (Screwed by DJFresha) - Wale

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The highly new anticipated mixtape from Maybach Music Group's, WALE. Screwed by DJFresha & hosted by DJ Clark Kent, 'Folarin' mixtape boasts features from 2 Chainz, Trinidad James, Jhene Aiko, Rick Ross, Nipsey Hussle and production from the likes of The Beat Billionaire, Jake One, Cardo & more. Follow on twitter @Wale.@DJFresha. Merry Christmas!


released January 11, 2013

Performed by: Wale
Chopped & Screwed by: DJFresha



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Track Name: Change Up (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale [Prod by LG]
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 wildin' 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 in it so 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 playin' 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 hatin' 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 aspire for well-off, y'all aspire 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 gluttonous, 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
Track Name: The Show (Screwed by DJFresha) - Wale ft. Rick Ross & Aaron Wess [Prod by No Credit]
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Don't say on the beat what you won't say in the streets
Cause face to face niggas never said it to me
I came here to eat every way to the bone
Never put mama on hold up whenever she call
I follow the law, shine bright illuminated
Got niggas in black hoodies homicide celebrated
Folarin on raw, you other nerds stepped on
In my German couture, the Nation of Islam
Forgive me, I'm flawed, the dollar signs is all I saw
I knew once I got a Beamer, the bitches would come aboard
I pray to the Lord as I'm holding on the sword
And off with your niggas' heads if you come between me and tomorrow
Nike, and I upgraded the Ree's
Real checks is all a nigga sees
So watch where you step and love what you rep
And realize that today is just another test
Say bye to the boy

[Hook: Aaron Wess]
This crazy world
Is all I know
The cars and clothes
It's all for show
So let's start the show
Let's start the show
Let's start the show
Let's start the show

[Verse 2: Wale]
And I'm feeling like the world's at my neck
When your revenue's sufficient you just work for respect
Every verse, every breath, your dollar woes is adios
Minus the arrogance, my these coons' is maricons
Not even close to touching us, what the fuck is up?
Heroes turn to clockers and sellers turn into customers
All my money coming in plural far as the women love
All my bunnies outta this world like Captain Bucky O
Hair to the small of her back
Probably just wanted a nigga stashed
And tell me that it ain't cause of rap
And I got plans, homie, calling her back
The ones who never hear back
My type of ho like a (?) text
And I brought Virginia, the District, as well as Maryland back
But I must have done it all with Rey Mysterio's hat
I put my soul in the culture, but what is it giving me back?
Has your niggas mind erased, don't let your memory lapse, boy


[Verse 3: Wale]
Upper echelon spitting, what the fuck is up?
I'm hospitable, blowing on that medical
And I wish that Channel 2 would give a nigga better news
But everybody hanging with us rarely ever knew us
Forever rude hoes, I don't ever need
Can't stimulate me mentally, then we should never be
However we can meet, it's something from you I need
It's something about women I don't need
I'll forever fiend for, even if a nigga team's full
They riding with the styles and that's word to Team Wolf
You know the team'll do it, cause the team is raw
Don't know your lady's cleaners, but I'm in her jeans as much
Back for her feature that angry Willy when I be busy
Before I hit it they was selling me "wire over sixty"
Racks for a rap, racks for a rap
Now I see the same niggas charging for a dap

Track Name: Let A Nigga Know (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale ft. Chinx Drugz & Fatz [Prod By Rico Beats]
To be honest they trippin' off little change
Rhymin' remarkable not cognizant of shade nigga
Bright-minded, outfit sharp as hindsight is
Hoes open to him, I ain't talkin' Sean ???

[Chinx Drugs]
Grain grippin', stain drippin', nigga shoulder leanin'
Got your main bitch with me and she ain't complainin'
Shawty what your aim is, young rich and famous
Never payin' for the pussy, niggas makin' payments

Bitch, I'm ballin' on the court like a fuckin' plaintiff
Any PYT, a thrill like human nature
You have to get your cake up, you have to get your weight up
I rapture any time, you cats need a Baker

[Chinx Drugs]
I'm from them blocks where they hustle just to get the cake up
For the money I be shakin' like Anita Baker
Chinx Drugs I done blew up like a minefield
These niggas bet I lose, 'ey check side deal

I know my mind real, I know my mind ill
Came in a lane and made paper off of Seinfeld
Enthusiastically curb, know my rap is superb
You get clothes off the rack, I make racks off apparel

[Chinx Drugs]
These niggas actin' like Jack in the stirrer?
Niggas jackin' my flow, I'm just jackin' they girl
Coke boy stylin' on 'em in my bathroom
Like a bad hand in poker, bet they ass fold

Don't gotta worry, the horny bitches be at my shows
No handouts, but my arms strong like Satchmo
Rap flow is poetry over mad songs
My stats good, I'm backslappin' the stack whoa

Where the G's at, tell me when to go
Tell me where the cheese at, I'm all about the dough
Squad like the dream team, all we rock is gold
If you really real son, let a nigga know

Maryland and DC nigga
Don't forget the VA nigga
Out-of-town, the whole team spillin'
Young king with some Queens bitches

[Chinx Drugs]
Movin' on up, niggas roll up like a locomotive
Perseverance be the key, a nigga so devoted
Fuck myhaters, talkin' youngin', get your bank up
In the clubs poppin' Spade call it Ace Hood

Fuck a lame, NYC my face good
Made this dame give me brain via Facebook
Though I met her off it, I don't respect her often
Cause I ain't have all these broads when I was in a office

[Chinx Drugs]
While they was up in college, I was makin' sales
When they was in the world, I was readin' mail
Fresh off of the strip, they attended Yale
All my niggas afloat, so now I'm fit to sail

Sail, please enunciate Chinx
You know the type of stuntin' we do cause fuckin' with bricks
Some niggas hate, some niggas not
I make these niggas catch a shuttle just to catch the flight

[Hook] x2
Track Name: GetMeDoe (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale ft. 2 Chainz [Prod By Beat Billionaire]
[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'mma do it to death
I'm so fresh I spell South with a F


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 ?
Shout out Mayfair, this city cold, y'all stay fair
Word up, chain go for a hundred
To a drive-by out in quarters, Bowie State no alumni
Bennett park out to Buckhead, in the Chi with some youngins
And since J. Wall came to town, I know some cats in Kentucky
Track Name: Bad (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale ft. Tiara Thomas [Prod By Tiara Thomas & Kelson]
[Intro: Wale]
Monogamy or whatever you call it
I'm starting to think it ain't for everybody
Most of us rushing into it anyways, you know what I'm saying
You ain't rushing for love, and I ain't up here to judge
Let's neglect the what if's and make it do what it does
Let's get it

[Hook: Tiara Thomas]
Is it bad that I never made love, no I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck
I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to you
I can't promise that I'll be good to you
Cause I had some issues, I won't commit
No, not having it
But at least I can admit that I'll be bad noooooo to you (to you)
Yeah, I'll be good in bed but I'll be bad to you
Bad that I never made love, no I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck

[Verse 1: Wale]
Lets get it
Bad girls ain't no good, and the good girls ain't no fun
And the hood girls want a smart nigga, college girls all want a thug
So it seems we fiend for what we don't need
Got a thing for a queen who don't wanna leave
I'm not bout to judge you, don't judge me
You ain't really gotta sing about your rap sheet
Cause I heard you (bad nooo)
In the literal sense I mean that
Rough sex saying I love yah
But to kiss them saying you mean that
I know I just be calling her mean ass
Oh the irony, got the bomb indeed
But the problem is it's probably a deep past
Still I'm feeling of something I need bad
Thinking if I get her, I get her to need this
I don't need emotions to open your deep sea
I can see the ocean by going between legs
Beg, nope, bed, floor, dope
Go, for it, couch, now
Slow, mo-tion, around, put it down
Lord knows she was going for the morn, hold up


[Verse 2: Wale]
Let me tell you about, look
She hurt feelings, she break hearts
She stay quiet, she play smart
She take pride, in going out
Getting hollered at, and saying nah
She no saint, but she don't pose
She don't wear make up by the boat load
Riding through lake shore with the nose up
She don't really date much but it slows her up
She got haters, but we all do
Heard you winter time cold, shawty fall through
Baby look at they approach how they court you
All those minds games nevermind cause they all lose
In the physical sense I mean that
I ain't tryna kiss up, suck up, feed gas
I ain't like them nigga you sucking your teeth at, nope
Play big, trust me I'll humble your mean ass, look
Shawty is actually in prevent
Cause the one in front is working deep threat, yep
Bed, floor, couch, more
More, shower, Lord, perm
Done, love, nah
Called in the morning cell number wasn't on, goddamn

Track Name: Limitless (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale ft. Scarface [Prod by Jake One]
[Hook: Wale]
You'll never fall when you null and void, to their opinions
And real niggas gon' see your end 'fore they see your limit
Don't be with too many
I never came in this business to provide me with friendship
I'd probably trade in some millions if I could make a difference
I swear to y'all it's hard to shake this feeling

[Verse 1: Wale]
Naked women at the venue in here for tuition
She lying for attention, her clientele is nymphos
With the rhymin' I'm more MacGyver than all my rivals
I made somethin' out of nothin', I'm nada just like you
You damn roight this rap roids, Jose Canseco
I meet a wholesome girl, I fuck her and turn her out psycho
Psycho killer, M. Bison psycho crush driller
Isn't it amazing how I do it though
Africa to capital and pop up with a crew of zoles
My diversity certainly why I'm recommended
I prolly triple my gross in and by every September
Music got me feeling like heaven is secular
Cuz all the girls that I be with look like angel but thicker
Without Lola we out Garfield goin' Odie
With rap performance of Forbes got me catchin' up Oprah
Passionate poet, can adapt to the camera
You see rappin' is showbiz, they some talented actors
It be childish to diss 'em, I just fuck all they bitches
Most niggas set up a war just to ask for forgiveness
Look, only way that we gon' ever speakin'
Even in on everything I'm 'bout as loud as middle finger
Nah nigga we won't ever speak
Cuz niggas tellin' everywhere they deadly with that trigger finger


[Verse 2: Scarface]
Weed smokin' on the tour bus
Daydreamin' lookin' out the window just the two of us
Another city look at outer space
Traveling in dreams while the stars seem to pass away
I never knew a love like this one
Cell phone ringing and I'm wondering what this bitch wants
I take another hit and she gets voicemail
I get lost inside of me as I exhale
All my niggas in the front, see
And shit they never see get any bitch that they could ever want
The money's hella cool I miss my family doe
The loneliness, this Hennessy's the only antidote
It's on to the good turn some jams on
Funkadelic bumpin' through the speakers on my headphones
"Not just knee-deep" hearin' it through Dre Beats
Mesmerize the G as the bassline invades me
Track Name: Chun Li (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale ft. Nipsey Hussle [Prod by Cardo]
[Intro: Wale]
Real rap, peel back in the matte black
She ain't at where I'm at, send that ass 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 nigga 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 shit the ballers get with - Ralph
All of this shit 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 ass back
I'mma tell you where these guys staying, where they at
Them niggas ain't fly, they can't rap

[Hook: Wale]
Yup yup, can a nigga flow
Yup yup, got a million hoes
Yup yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the niggas go

Yup yup, at a nigga show
Live bitches at a nigga show
Yup yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the bitches go

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Yop yop, nigga getting rich
Yop yop, nigga 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, nigga on his tip
Yop yop, nigga never slip
Nah, hold up, wait a minute with that homie shit
I was on my grind, you ain't never loan me shit
I was on a mission, nigga you ain't never load a clip
Hold up, you remind me of my old bitch
Hold up, why you always on that ho shit
Man hold up, got me talking 'bout some old shit
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 shit real bloody
Yellow tape on the beat, it's no wonder why they love me


[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, niggas Pam James
That's a damn shame, niggas 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 muthafuckin' other guys
Them PR's sitting hard with them number nines
In the fall, they be talking that the summer's mine

[Bridge] + [Hook]
Track Name: Skool Daze (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale [Prod By Nottz]
Paint that picture real quick
That public school bullshit I went through or whatever if you want to call it
Understand where I'm coming from
School daze in this mother fucker

[Verse 1]
Vick and Muhammad told me ride on these niggas
I told them stop it, that's a problem cuz I fathered these niggas
You see a lot of these niggas, is the spawn of my vision
They got rich up off my image, what they gonna do when I switch it
I got bitches on bitches, cuz my penmanship pimpin'
Fuck a pen man my mind is a palette, fuck around turn a track to a picture
Hol' up, this art class for them trap dudes and react to it
I was out there when them packs moved, but never got to it cuz I had school
That's a fact too, my class full when I had to
No gym class for your bitch ass, you can get cut up with a number 2
Come through with that gun, too. How a rap nigga make me uncomfortable?
Nigga wouldn't believe it only me and a teacher
Up in woodshop class without a tool
Just another nigga with an attitude, slingin' adderall to a lad or two
Couple blacks and latins, I was astronaut
Then when the spaceman jump man I need the loot
Short bus on the way to school, hoes puttin' this game to lose, but I came to won
Went to school with some cold-blood niggas, I ain't finna be scared of y'all, god damn

A few shinin' stars know exactly who you are
Be your shinin' star

[Verse 2]
Every intention to ride on these niggas
Eatin' free lunch Monday through Friday just like all of these niggas
But I ain't tryna grow up like all of these niggas
But I ain't tryna be in wars with all of these niggas
I'mma blend in, I'mma get in where I fit in, I'mma do me
See some white kids in the hallway, they get all A's but they do E
Truthfully, as far as shootin' fouls I was 2 and 3
My record tho, they respect it tho
Cuz them group-home niggas was just too deep
And we was two deep, and it's a big difference
Niggas talkin' bout bullies I saw children on dippers
Mothers is strippers, trouble was frequent
Survival of the fittest, weaklings don't make it a weekend
And to think these rappers still tryna scare somebody
Still never hit a body, wrote a million songs about it
And meanwhile I'm the shit like a fully-functioning somersaulting porta-potty
'Til I'm off to college
School daze

Track Name: H2O (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale [Prod by Joe K]
Upper body, might work for that
But you ain't a model where your focus at
Know too many broads, going way too hard
So have a glass of water for your thirsty ass
Like that, your thirsty ass
Know it's a problem and we notice that
You be goin' too hard and never know when to stop
Have a glass of water for your thirsty ass
Like that, your thirsty ass
Know it's a problem and we notice that
You be goin' too hard and never know when to stop
Have a glass of water for your thirsty ass
Like that

[Verse 1]
She got Instagram, niggas in town prolly been through that
So the niggas from outta get the pics from out her
Niggas clickin' they mouses she give a clip in them
It's like that, broad thick as shit
On the real though I'd prolly do some shit to it
But every nigga I follow prolly been through it
For every dirty dog there lies a thirsty bitch
It's like that, and I ain't perfect miss
But to be modest, I am worth a bit
Got a son with no father, ain't got no one to watch her
Only care 'bout the comments sittin' under the pic
It's like that, such a narcissist
They don't acknowledge 'til she blog her tits
Can't get any more out her even that equip
But still make it a problem when I ask to hit


[Verse 2]
He on Instagram, followin' broads that never follow him
Take a pic of the watch, it might get him some box
But what she won't find out, it don't belong to him
It's like that, with all his kicks
In the club with some bottles and like all his pics
We applaud it yeah, you a boss for real
But it's easy to cop livin' in mama's crib
It's like that, on a thirst for it
Prolly show you his closet, never show you a crib
Yeah the thirst is real, get to twitter and get on every girl in it
It's like that, type of nigga is you
I'm the type that ain't trippin' cuz I be gettin' the loot
Like I'm already groomed, when I come to the room
Talkin' yellow and bare, my nigga Winnie the Pooh
Tryna build me a pool, tryna give me a chick
Tryna see what to do, tryna kick it a bit
Tryna take it in steps before you gon' think I know your man
Baby have you a sip, it's like that

Track Name: Street Runner (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale [Prod by Beat Billionaire]
se 1]
The nerve of these niggas, they acting like they done already made it
Practice make perfect, so practice'll be my mama's maiden
These niggas lame and uneducated and constipated
What I lay every statement should be the defecation
My denim made by respected Asians, I dress amazing
My shirt so crazy I get away with some Sketchers Shape-Ups
Such a lie for I couldn't get up out these Nike's
Number five Tokyo don't even know the price
Bitch, we balling like we ain't harvesting for tomorrow
We ain't no gangsters, but we gone mob up before we borrow
Gold bottles, flow getting me Asiago
With braggodacio like Randy Macho Man off the top rope
And my slim jim is designated to your lady
Now that Benz friend, I'm sliding in that new Mercedes
Or whatever her name is, she just likes to get famous
And I bet she see the light, know that's Benjamin Franklin


[Verse 2]
Look, is this what you predicted? Look what you becoming
It's funny privacy limited though I'm living with comfort
How can you really do it? How can you really love it?
When women who never loved you is showing you so much of it
Real niggas respect me, I ain't switch up my image
Real women respect me, they can tell that I listen
And little niggas is mad that I'm winning
They got opinions, but got no bitches
Won't pop a pistol, pop up a midget
God bless 'em, my cigar fill with all my stressing
Don't own a mirror, but made a million simply reflecting
Tell my respecters on Malcom X, I apply the pressure
Lucaya closed from a line of row, no lying, go check it
And I do this for the culture
And I'm hoping I can motivate and do it big as Oprah
Word, real nigga shit, you might gone need some help
Hit the scene, guillotine, niggas head off theirselves

Track Name: Back 2 Ballin (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale ft. French Montana [Prod By Cheeze Beatz]
[Hook: French Montana & Wale]
You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it
Bakin' on it, bakin' on it, bakin' on it…
As-salamu alaykum, homie
Got it, whip it, lost it, flip it
Now a nigga back to ballin'
Back to ballin’, back to ballin’, back to ballin’
I ain't even playing, homie
Got it , lost it, got it, spent it
Got it, now I'm back to ballin'
Ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’
Nigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it
Got it, now I'm back to ballin'
Ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’

[Verse 1: Wale]
Nigga, I seen her, booked her, took her to my hotel, no that's not my problem,
Problem, problem, problem
Cause I get right to the chicken,
Ain't trick with other bitches
Don't worry if I never call her
Call her, call her, call her (french)

[French Montana]
Motherfucker, back to ballin'
You know my whips is foreign
Man, you niggas play the bench and you know my niggas startin'
Motherfucka, back to ballin'
I'm talking black Ferrari
Straight cash made a hundred forty stacks this mornin'
I'm talking ten chains, casino life
Red bottoms, mosquito bites
Bad batch, get your head cracked, Cee-lo dice
Motherfucka, back to ballin'
Start to finish, you start, I finish
Bottle after bottle like fuck my kidneys


[Verse 2: French Montana]
Every time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallin’
Fallin’ fallin’ fallin’ fallin’ fallin’ fallin’ fallin’
Talk, all my niggas tore up from the floor up
And all those whips is foreign
Whips is foreign, whips is foreign, them whips is foreign

Nigga back to ballin'
Lil bit like Patrick Johnson
Never sold much dope, but I know
Some nights I heard that trap was callin'
Nigga, back to ballin'
KD, Rondo, and Lebronin'
Found life is about chasing dreams
Don't worry how I got these commas
Comas, commas, I'm a, rider
Lot of, ganja, e-z wider
But I paid five stacks for a garment
Leave the cherry up and a high set
Hugo boss be the outfit
And the pants are never coming off shit

Track Name: Cool Off (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale ft. Jhene Aiko [Prod By ToneP]
Explain [Intro: Wale]
Sometimes you gotta give a nigga a little bit of space you know
Gotta cool off you know
And all I'm saying is like, spoil me with your consistency
Always remain the same you and you won't have to worry about a different me
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Wale]
I ain't your boyfriend, we got a understandin'
Titles for soap operas, why is you so dramatic
Why is you over-exaggerating with all the chatter
Slappin' me on my back, hoping that something happen
Give me a second or two, that's why I ain't messin' with you
Hangin' me on so you can holler domestic abuse
See it's time that a nigga rode
Things have gone awry and you tryna change a nigga road
Never trust a bitch just tryna be a side bitch
They just fly enough to out-connive the prior one
And it be fine to just get high and let the time run
But all that bullshit cryin' got me tryna tell you I'm done

[Bridge: Wale]
Just give me a second to cool off
If you respect me then take a second and cool off
Sit and reflect, these imperfections is with us all
Wrap up a blunt and we wrap it up when it's - hol' up
Give me a second to cool off
If you respect me then take a second and cool off
Sit and reflect, these imperfections is with us all
Light up another and we discuss when it's all gone

[Hook: Jhene Aiko]
Oh baby
Keep it cool cuz I'mma lose it, you gon' lose on my love
Oh baby
Keep it cool cuz I'mma lose it, you gon' lose on my love

[Verse 2: Wale]
Nah this ain't no deep shit, this ain't no we shit
This is that honesty, that's how it's gotta be shit
Gotta say peace to you when you on that weak shit
I'm on that see you out in public and don't speak shit
You ain't my main joant, we got a understandin'
She catchin' feelings and now them feelings is hard to manage
She broke up with her man, threw me all in the middle
Let's keep it real doe, you probably thinkin' I'd be your pillow
Thinkin' I'd be your shoulder, you tell me what's on your temple
In turn you givin' me lip our bodies is inconsistent
So pardon my starin' but see your body is so prolific
A body magnificent make designer she worth expenses
And every woman over 20 want a perfect man
And 20 something women just want someone understand
But as you live and learn, and you love and lose
By 40 somethin' you lucky if someone give a damn
So we can just enjoy the company of one another
And I only answer the phone if it's Warner Brothers
Rozay and some others, that mean it's numbers comin'
See money talkin' that little box, end of discussion


Track Name: Fa We We Freestyle (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale [Prod By Digi Phonics]
[Verse 1]
Stuntin' on these niggas every one of them
Ralph Folarin via untouchable double M
Genius, no bleachers, floor seat us
Dope thoughts, stack guap, every four Adidas
Twelve lines that can melt minds when it's hail time
That's why these bitches goin' down boy, I should sell sly
Lil sly fly nigga, my nigga
And this rap shit a circus I only ride for my niggas
And I know I use the n-word too much, and the b-word too much
I know I seem like I'm lunchin' but let me see
I make a dam by taking beavers to lunch
Suck your teeth all you want boy, your jawn on my jawn
Every nigga with commercial success is getting closer to helping mama go further from them
What's the purpose of working if you ain't touchin' the kids
What's the purpose of respect if both your mamas in debt
Dreamed of video vixens, verses on Drama cassettes
Now these ganstas is grillin', although they gotta respect
Good in all regions, the strippers say I'm G cuz I tip 'em
I'm talkin' G shit, and a nigga on repeatin' the trap
Shoutout to NO, on the for real though
The ho tellin', card 'em like incidentals
And I ain't even playin', this game is so mental
You keep talkin' 'bout potential, your career's an intro
An outro will keep his mouth closed
Just that flow he throw around be sellin' out shows
Life crazy, couple statements can buy you Mercedes
Quit your hatin' now baby that ain't how God made ya
Yeah I get it, want the best for my niggas
Few chains, more whips nigga, dominatrix
I said that before, but I'm more relevant now than when I said that before
When I left after school, a lot said I'd be broke
Allah knew I'd be good, so now I'm blessin' the folks
Try to stunt on my haters, give these young niggas hope
And with this drive I will traffic intellectual dope, you know

Aight, keep it goin', keep it goin' fuck it

Cause I'm the best with these quotes, don't be respectin' these hoes
She in the books, I'm in her head, that's no telepathy though
Can't stand it, nigga's famous, they can't mess with me though
They need to let that boy cook, I got that recipe, hold up
Who not respectin' me, confront me when correctin' me ho
You pull a string mattress oh, I make a symphony with foam
Orchestrate how I do it, off the top we official
Not a opera at all, but I'm in a Phantom with bitches
Track Name: The One Eye Kitten Song (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale ft. Travis Porter [Prod By Diplo]
[Verse 1: Wale (and Travis Porter)]
Look, I was ridin' through wherever like my situation better
Bet they make demands when they see you makin' money
Romanelli custom, make it (buy it)
Haters (priceless), a hundred for the butters
I don't be with squares ('less I'm sittin' on my luggage)
See that's a little different, Damier was a cover
(Now won't you tell me somethin' 'bout the joint that you was thumpin'
Yeah Ralph you know the girl that always askin' 'bout some money)
Yeah, yeah, man cut that talk I ain't ever spendin' nothin'
But some gas and some mothafuckin' rubbers
Check it on the dash, 120 out speedin'
You play phone tag a minute, was tryna see it
Told her we can be low, pinot and rollin' weed up
(Did you get her on cam?) No brag, but Tarantino
Now you know, so we know, told me I can keep it
(Well nigga, did you smash?) I smashed
(But did you eat it?)
My answer:

[Hook - Wale]
Took her to the room make her bust it wide open
Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open
Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open
Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open
Man, took her to the room make her bust it wide open
Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open
Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open
Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

[Verse 2: Travis Porter (and Wale)]
Hol' up, wait, chill let it marinate
White girl with a booty call it carrot cake
Black girl with a booty call it double fudge
Brought my nigga along, we havin' double fun
Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open
Hopped out the pussy fly with my fly open
You hopped out the pussy fly with your fly open?
With her legs in the sky like the suicides open
Suicide doors, suicide whores
We all up at the crib (it's a quarter past four)
Chillin', (smokin'), drinkin'
Like Jay-Z off-key I'm singin'
OK I met this girl named Sara
Did she pull up in the Panamera?
Nah, that's another broad, this another broad (her?)
(Little yellow tail, but I ain't hit it raw)


[Verse 3: Wale (and Travis Porter)]
(Waddup bro?) Nothin' much Joe
(Tell me about the Brenda you caught up at your last show)
She was playin' hittin' hard to get it (I dig it)
(You sweat it?) A little, blame it all on the liquor
Shit I was so faded couldn't keep my eyes open
Playin' eye to eye 'til she poke it out for me
Forty-five later she was jumpin' all on me
It was on (It was on, then put on for the homie)
Ok next time I got ya I just caught in the moment
When I bring friends in her friends will get focused
Dogs will be dogs, shones will be shonin
Kitten call me then it die with eyes open

Track Name: Flat Out (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale ft. Trinidad James [Prod By Beat B]
We find Clark Kent,
Mild mannered reporter for the Daily Planet,
Walking the streets
From when out of nowhere his super hearing picks up...

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

[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
Higher echelon, 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 rap niggas never had me shook
I am 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 it's athlete 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 herbs


[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
I usually don't do freestyles
Cause 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
And that Molly make her go woo
And that money make me show out
My grind wasn't planned out
I'm a real nigga, don't do handouts
My mama crib my stashhouse
In the Yeezy box, nigga oh Lawd
Nigga Ziploc and my Concords
Tell the Feds I don't give a fuck
I'm the man now, I'm the man now
And that's D.C. to the A town
I said D.C. to the A town
And when I flaunt, nigga, that's hands down
But in D.C., they say flat out
Track Name: Ji-Dope (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale [Prod By Ji-Dope]
[Hook: Wale]
New Shaq flow
Everybody ain't trickin', but they got toast
Nigga, we not dope boys, we just ji-dope
Without a pot stove, nigga, make that pot roast

[Verse 1: Wale]
Nigga, I'm a humble nigga
Still come through and kick it
With the very same niggas that I came through with it
A miracle to girls with that lyrical appeal
Keep it real, y'all playing like American Apparel
J's DS, don't be lacin' them up
Y'all be makin' some money, but y'all be makin' shit up
Y'all be welling, embellishing, but forever irrelevant
They be saying whatever, but when they see me, they suckin' dick
It's hard to just love a woman, it's easy to fuck a bitch
?, seeing what Puffy did
That's why I be talkin' for every feature and cover appearence
Cause when I was hungry, you motherfuckers ain't wanna hear it
Grind mode, shorty said that she tryin' go
That ex box, ain't talking the gaming console
Y'all slow, my shows be all sold
In Norway, it's no way you're in Oslo
Ridin' with the Buddha, rockin' the Medusa
Got a lotta haters, they ain't cool enough to do it
Fuck a pistol, got a shooter, I am not thuggin'
Your little mixtape cool but nigga, get a budget

[Hook: Wale]

[Refrain: Wale x4]
Turn me up yo
Slight work to me

[Verse 2: Wale]
I put the city on, I kept the city on
Shout out to Cool & Dre, made another million
We headed to the store, couple packs of the Swisher
Fuck a Benz, bag a bitch in a Maxima, chillin'
Ain't trickin' if you got it, I'mma get it
I ain't sayin' Dick Bavetta, but these niggas not official
As I, all these niggas is R's
They like giving a cough down to a nigga with SARS
Some niggas is real, a lot of niggas is soft
Lotta bitches be scarred, so I be sittin' in my car
I'm low-key, the most freaks that know me for reason
So 'bout that doe cheese, they won't be competing
Meaning, it's easy, we
So much that girls at the bank call me Stevie
Wonder, fuck ya, bad motherfucker
One man band but Lil' Raz on production
Come up in the booth salivating for the supper
And I never finished school cause Sallie Mae's just a hustler

[Hook: Wale]

[Refrain: Wale x4]

[Outro: Wale]
Bad bitches in the front
Real niggas in the back
Track Name: The Right One (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale ft. Hit Boy [Prod by Austin Millz]
Whether it's your broad or your niggas
Just make sure you know what I'm sayin'
You always surround yourself by the right variety

Those niggas, yo niggas, hope them niggas real as mine
Those niggas, yo niggas, hope them niggas real as mine

[Verse 1: Wale]
And I walk light, like rolled ankles and don't save 'em
A couple blunts got me buzzin' like multiple hit singles
Rose from out the pavement, assaulted by nature
Now these jokers hate me like I posterize a Laker
Ok Folarin ain't a house nigga
It's real in the field, ain't dealin' with you house niggas
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, they all ain't authentic
I'm givin' out a few bars, this shit a short sentence
Short and simple, be good with your people
Be greater with God, know the government lethal
I tend to be in tinted vehicles every few evenings
But even if my ceiling missing niggas still couldn't see me
Ok you fuckin' with the right one
Not the type by your side soon as the light come
I'm talkin them who got it in when we ain't had nothin'
Before I share cake with a snake, I treat myself to crumbs


[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
I watch niggas speak on niggas like this industry cold
So I'm bundled up for winter cuz this industry cold
Niggas want to walk in your shoes, but ain't got the soul
I'm James Brown with a beat, got the feelin' I'm on
So here I stand cuz this money comes with amnesia
When you the man understand every fan needs ya
Stay out the way Diplo, cuz I'm mad decent
When your friends turn foe, angels amass demons
But still my halo low, ain't talkin' Anaheim
All this time that I sacrifice in the dark alone tryna get that light
Be a disappointment if I ain't get right
But with his annointment I be on that flight
Still findin' hoes that I can bone at night
I admit, I be on that hype
Thanking God I'm the lord of my own vices
Overcharged like the stores still ignore prices
Cuz in memories rear view I couldn't ball like this
I was the Bulls in '94, I was so mic-less

Track Name: Money Changes (Screwed By DJFresha) - Wale ft. Chrisette Michelle
[Verse 1: Wale]
Don't do it for money, see that come and it go
Get you a couple of cars, bitches love you for those
Get some diamonds you can't afford, rhyming is not important
Attire gotta be that fire, you tryna become a baller I know
Money comes, money stays, money goes
Seen a bump in my sale cuz of Forbes
Like oh, let 'em know that's how niggas go from that ballin' to 30 for 30 broke
And I used to hear the stories of glory of servin' coke
But I was more concerned with the corners and cover four
Politics give me stress, I got enough on my soul
Cuz they don't tell me to pray, but they pray I don't need a vote

[Hook: Chrisette Michele]
Love stays, money goes, love a nigga rich
Love games, funny hoes, on a nigga dick
Let me love you though, I ain't like these chicks
Lovin' you for your dough, money go quick
Love stays, money goes, love a nigga rich
Love games, funny hoes, on a nigga dick
Let me love you though, I ain't like these chicks
Lovin' you for your dough, money goes quick

[Verse 2: Wale]
Clap clap, as the room praise
I go unfazed, these rappers lactate
A bunch of real slaves, and fake chains
Turnin' my old hoes, into new flames
So where is mother nature, tryna kill my complainin'
Cuz these strippers give me shade unless it's finna rain
Ok dap dap, she doesn't see a star
White women gawking asking what that Rolly cost
Yeah I know your motives, you'll never know my heart
I know enough to know that jewelry got me more regard
I had that frozen watch, and I was better fly
Had she seen me roadside she'd prolly drive by


[Bridge: Chrisette Michele]
Wale, will you marry me
Not for your pedestal, but for your pedigree
I'll buy my own diamond things
We'll just get custom tattoos instead of wedding rings
I'm not like these hoes and I know your heart's been broken
This could be your chosen, my heart I'm exposin'