Wale Crg Freestyle
[Verse 1]
Slow down with the fake shit it's a yield sign
No doubt niggas hate me but I still gotta hold down
It's the hometown that believe in me
Whole time I've been growing tired of the scenery
Showtime let's go outside, maybe courtside
Spark game, maybe spark game at the point guard
Try to pop waves win the game but the score tied
When it's war time, leave everything horizon
Never had my heart hеaled
Been had my heart broke
Niggas sound hostilе
Bitches say, “How so?”
I've been off Blanco
Tryna get in my zone
White-black Maybach like a 11 Concord
Bout to drop Number 8, then be patient
I'm at Patrón again, pickin' out flavors
Frustrated for real, but I'm not blazin'
I pay Jason for that look at my glaciers
Look I've been a topic, baby
I know the optics bad, but look not to worry
Hurry and drop, already
To tell me that I'm ready
Don't really rock with anyone
I ain't Marty Jennety
I gotta watch my thoughts my heart too big
Look what I've done
Fuck these shots my influence everywhere
Dickriders? I don't bother
Anybody? My iPhone be on vibrate
Would be silent, but I got a mark on call
For Tiafone the dialogue is full of commas
It's a god flow, yoruba boy, call me baba
You rap niggas really bastard where your father?
Pops used to drive crackheads to the hospital
Niggas got me back thinkin' I'm in shotgun
It's funny that they wanna throw me off
And it does, but I won't spiral
Y'all niggas think I'm Bledsoe in this Foxboro
Y'all think a nigga bleed so y'all prosper
I don't want no props now prostrate
A lotta them be fans 'til you get a hot streak
Y'all should be in the stands everybody not playin'
Run up on the wrong man put in the sky suite
Look, they bust a grape
They swat a fly
Don't go towards the bubble
That phone private
Go toe to toe with niggas
That go back and forth for y'all
They asked what I do I should've laughed it off
They got a bone to pick no one asked at all
You niggas think you gone then don't wanna scrap no more
Tell a reactor to break it down for y'all
We all got a bag but it's what side you on
It's like that bunch of slight niggas
That don't like rap
But I get it when the tide switch
Get a life jacket
I swim through the hype shit
Like I'm maestro
Natural feelin' like Michael Phelps nigga, I flow
Oh, two two threes like Mike, like Bron
Chew through things less like then y'all
Excuse me had to move back two seconds
Now I move forward M. Bison y'all
Cyclone killer, multi-hype man
Y'all had one job
24 hours and 48 Laws
That's 72 reasons y'all cuttin' y'all loss
Y'all really so fickle, y'all really so flawed
Y'all really just said you ain't checkin' for Florian
On my late not the one to sing songs
This is one of those… Number 1 boy
Slow down with the fake shit got a stop sign
Whole time brought a yield sign, but they stop tryin'
Yield but now we gotta crash out, cash out
Give veneers that a real skill gap, real time
I be outside not for everybody, better stop tryin'
When I rhyme, they gon' feel that
Feel like I need healin' for real
Hell nah I'mma feel what I feel 'til it's real, get back
Never had my heart healed
Been had my heart broke
Niggas sound hostile
Bitches say, “How so?”
I've been off Blanco
Tryna get in my zone
White-black Maybach like a 11 Concord
Bout to drop Number 8, then be patient
I'm at Patrón again, pickin' out flavors
Frustrated for real, but I'm not blazin'
I pay Jason for that look at my
[Outro]
Slow down with the fake shit…
Slow down with the fake shit…
Slow down with the fake shit…
Fake daps, fake hugs you know all the basics
