Lyrics:
DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO
Cause if they pull up and they
DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO
What you gon’ DO?
Verse 2:
Can’t fuck with everyone where I’m
question if I, wanted music in my life
If all I do is create and spent the rest of it online
Like that's not even real life
That's what they call Truman Show
reach
They even got a full licensed nudest beach
West Wales lush for a walk
If your a vegetarian or a lover of pork
Go to Broad Haven or St Brides
If
gone
I can't neva do right, where am I Goin' Wrong?
This my life Ima live how I want to
Ion got all the answers I know that I don't
I don't know
a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still
saying?
Aite, so let me ask you this then
Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or
Somebody that made the best of they own opportunities?
I
you notice
Baby girl, I Just hope that you notice
(Wale and Voilà you the bomb and the lotus, but my chances are hopeless)
Check it
Notice the vision
a couple books of mystery
I make it banger where you put me that's my expertise
Lotta dreams yet unchecked in to do list with me
Standing tall independent in
blind
And where to go, no matter how far I'll find
To let you know, that you're not alone
Only thing they ever did wrong (yes, yes)
Was bein born
ma rilo
Moji lojo kan mogba Ikorodu lo
Kinle gbope wale so I start to bomb
They Dey do like say they no see me but if I do bad things wamo
Elenu razor
tack toe
Sunne wale kam but I spit that though
They like trump fir bhi Bana joe
Sarcastic Mene joke mara Folk wala
Pain utha bando me Jaise water broke
thinking they call
Yeah still high two stepping it
Do it for the capital Wale Ovechkin
SB hundreds yes dear I'm on that venison
More or less Lindros flyer
the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs
Where the pews used to be, and havin' all that room (seein' as how they took
Out all
Ay, yah
Had to get the people talking
Yah
Wale, let's do it
I don't know what y'all talking about
Where I live they don't talk a lot
Hoes
That you guys are going
Into, that seemed they had nothing to
Do with a rapper i was
Talking about a band of thinkers that
Could remove religion, race,
(Right there)
That's how we do (Alright then)
Yeah, this is for my dogs, this is for my dogs
Yo, where we at, baby? (Creepin' through the fog)
From
of money, never trick to these hoes
Pay for that, not me, no hell
Y'all the one that bring the c-notes out
This is K.O.D., now they wait on me
'Cause if I do
get bagged up
But yours got mad cut and not
The kind that scab up
Yup, this what I'm gon' do to you
Kill you in the battle
Then Wale can say a poem
want the money ion really want the fame
A lot of people in it for the wrong reasons
Had a couple dogs that commit treason
Told em that they gotta pick
South Wales
When they fracked to hell and fouled the sea
‘Till their profits got cruelled by solar technology
off
I'm on a great run, Wale Folarin
Make sure that they always talk of me
Make sure these bitches in awe for me
Make sure to give them my all
And now
do they go when they leave me alone?
I don't know, another unknown
Where do they go, where do they go, where do they go
I don't know
Where do they go
return, when will they learn?
Where do they go? God only knows
(Stay wide awake)
Fe-fi-fo-fum
I think I smell the scent of a placenta
I enter Central
or guy why are you crying are you a child are you a baby
That's real stuff they used to tell us
So you grow up thinking that you can't talk to anybody you
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