| As I flip through pages of my notepad | |
| Wow, I really wanna shine | |
| That's what it boils down to, real shit [Verse 1: Wale] | |
| I just want my mind to be free | |
| Never mind if they fond of me, | |
| I've been a beast | |
| I recline in my seat, number nines on my feet | |
| Womanizer admittingly, but mind you | |
| I'm deep Although they inclined to critique | |
| Motherfuck 'em, they couldn't lace up a nigga's | |
| Chukka's ' | |
| Cause money talk and | |
| I make them bussa's pay for discussion | |
| Chasing duckets, chasing dreams, got me praying for foes | |
| Chasing hoes, dick 'em good enough to make 'em propose | |
| Winning, the feeling is so incredible | |
| Something that's forever true, my niggas over revenue | |
| Little bit of | |
| Chanel, decorate your appearance | |
| Double C's on your purses, perfect | |
| I get the message | |
| Isabel Marant | |
| I get you some, you give me that | |
| All of my thoughts fluorescent ink, though | |
| I'm always thinking black | |
| Sitting back, cognac, sixty-two behind the pack | |
| I ain't thug, but | |
| I ain't stupid four niggas, five [?], hold up | |
| Fire shots for the winners | |
| And as long as | |
| I'm delivering, this genre's gon' be winning | |
| Double M-G pimping, my relevance never ending | |
| My penmanship ain't too pretty, my ink is why they gon' feel me [Hook: Wale] | |
| This ink is why they feel me, this ink is why they feel me | |
| This ink is why they feel me, | |
| Lord, this ink is why they feel me | |
| This ink is why they feel me, this ink is why they feel me | |
| This ink is why they feel me, | |
| Lord, this ink is why they feel me | |
| Double M-G, thank you, this the real me [Verse 2: Stalley] | |
| I got a couple old schools and some new girls | |
| They like old jewels and new pearls | |
| They obey no rules, they some rude girls | |
| You know the bad ones that rule the world | |
| They just wanna have fun and crash parties | |
| But when them games is over they down to ride for me | |
| Bonnie and | |
| Clyde story, | |
| Mick and Mallory | |
| A killer in them sheets, they bring that ish up out of me | |
| After that | |
| I sit and counting | |
| G's after | |
| G 'Cause it's right back to these ends | |
| Send her on her way, tell her come back with some friends | |
| We can do it all again, the repetition that | |
| I like The reputation of a pimp | |
| And I do it all on him, peep the way | |
| I limp Pimp walk | |
| I been brought my chick, it was money well spent | |
| They say it's cold-blooded how | |
| I talk I been winning this way for years, so what if | |
| I ain't lost? [Hook: Wale] [Outro: Wale] | |
| Sometimes it's like | |
| Eyes is low, moment is perfect | |
| You see things brighter than you normally see | |
| With twenty-twenty, ya know? | |
| Enjoy your vice |
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