Wale — 09 Folarin

[Verse] Folarin, I still demolished a starvin' artist (Woo) Go to the jeweler in June leave in December prolly I chase profit you say my name they change topics So, don't start if you can't back up like Blaine Gabbert (Woah) Don't hate rap I just hate rappers that like perpin' (What) Real ice on fake niggas or vice versa Paranoia is real for me they like lurkin' So every party we real heavy with light searchin' Cloud surfing, she on the cloud with me You still in y'all feelings, I'm in the style section A niggas style somethin' they can never grasp Every beat I smash like I'm Ike, snake, cloud or Kirby They not observin' they try ignore me they try murk me Try block what I've done and it's somehow workin' I should come back with a gun before they try to hurt me Had that bitch ringin' so much I retire his jersey I'm Bill Russell 'til the shift's over And when its final I still got a chip on my sh— You know what? that's a chip on my shoulder (What?) Only switch up on niggas with nintendo controllas Gotta switch the flow up like Rick Flair got a million rollies These niggas scared for four figures they breakin' all your legs (Woo) Love, loyalty, I love love and loyalty Drop a bag on little things like corner store employees See I always had the passion to pass niggas before me But I'm always in the shadow of average niggas with more funding Yeah, awards season see, no one love me No more friends, no more fans, no one's more lonely I be playin' solo, I don't know nothing Fuck the game, just the bands like it's homecoming That's how I'm coming that Cole shit got me so hungry Boy I'm so stubborn Abloh can't make me call *beep* Never mind what I was about to say Covered Complex they cannot fuck with me musically I'ma hit this Henessey I ain't cool with this industry (Uh) I don't call niggas opps they a opportunity for a reef (Sheesh) My 16 require white sheets Quiet churches, a choir service when I speak Y'all niggas should stop thinking they near me Fathered niggas I stop seeing I dead beats Raw poetry my pen full of kerosene Mic full of that lighter fluid and mind you this light to me (Uh) Nobody noticing but they all aware of me (Uh) I'm so prepared to leave I got this beat and left it two week (Uh) My nigga too weak, yeah, nigga too weak, too weak We was born good enough we just wanna be great, yeah