Wale — Brightseat Road Freestyle

[Intro] Yeah, turn me up some more Uh, yeah, yeah Wale, though All day, though, uh, uh, yeah [Verse 1] My mind thinks at a light speed Give a fuck if you motherfuckers don't like me I was a young fly nigga in my Supreme When all them OGs was wearin' them white jeans A sidekick and a dime piece That's the recipe for everything I would need And would you ever think that bust' from north east My luck would go up and the greatest rapper will sign me Shawn Carter, done probably fathered a lot of artists Seen a Future in a nigga like Desiigner product Tryna modify the fuckin' top 5, home Get a lil chicken while the fuckin' sky fallin' Sky fallin', sky fallin' I'm left out of top 5s, it's cool I write for 'em Check the credits, the government got a lotta letters And if they never said it, bet they pay twice for it GOAT with the POEM Been lowkey so they sleep on me, damn All I see, a bunch of D riders We gots to call out people who don't be dope for shit Never seen dope or nothin' They think they special, but I think they bluffin' My plane is comin', my J 11's What Mic could say that Wale so redundant You know a concords? Aw forget it, they ain't on board I'm still goin', concord on board Michael Jordan, aw screw it The mob moves at a lightspeed I like brown skin bitches and Nikes Hate clown ass niggas Long flights and the police, used to pull me over on Brightseat Road Road Road Road Phantom, Phantom, Phantom, Ghost