Wale — Back to the Sun

[Intro] Ain't anyone fuckin' with the mufuckin' God Folarin Know what I'm saying? Lexicon legend, hahaha [Hook] Niggas hate and niggas love Niggas hate and niggas love Niggas hate and niggas love [Verse 1] Fuck with me Mh, yeah, packin' my bag, nigga Tell them niggas who so called pass, I'm on that ass, nigga Rare bitches in Raf Simons, my pack lit up Loud in me, I'm flying high as Bilal singing Boy, back in my groove, youngin' Hundred-thousand for jewels, but it's cool, I let my clothes cover And the hoes love it, but I got a good woman And I never post it cause all them vultures will probably hover What up? Thuggin', addressin' the mass public Attitude is fuck it, I'm living what they covet, so run it Younging, troubled, beginning was humble Niggas flexin' for that Gram, but they still live with their Mothers They suckers, they lyin', they liars, B's on my tire It's two things I never mind is their opinion and stylists I'm ridin', I'm sorry Folarin gotta be so defiant See you Chiciate, Chico, leave your people to violet Violent, quiet, I'm young, stackin' my fund In the back of the bach, and I got my back to the sun Got my eye on this young chick who be actin' and such Never act up in public and rarely ratchet in clubs I'm quite distinguished, and rarely do I mingle And I really do my thing out here, really I just [?] Eyes is on the prize, moon is in the sky I used to sit up at night like I knowin' this isn't right, like God!