My Boy [Freestyle]

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Wale Victor Folarin (born Olubowale Victor Akintimehin in September 21, 1984), better known by his stage name Wale (/ˈwɑːlei/ WAH-lay), is an American rapper from Washington, D.C. Wale was born to Nigerian parents. He rose to prominence in 2006, when his song "Dig Dug (Shake It)" became popular in his hometown. Wale became locally recognized and continued recording music for the regional audience. Producer Mark Ronson discovered Wale in 2006 and signed him to Allido Records in 2007. While signed to that label, Wale released several mixtapes and appeared in national media including MTV and various urban magazines. more »


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2018
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Count me in, Cole
Right here?
Nah, not yet
Yeah, bounce, bounce
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy
Yeah, right here?
Ay, look, uh, yo, ok

Concrete since day one
Ain't no time to make up
Ain't no top on that hoop
Like baby, word to A cup
Thank you for your services, invoicing all my haters
Be sure to leave your armor and your woman penetrated
I give her back, I hate her
Poof, get outta here
I say congratulations, your old lady renovated
You niggas lazy, my boy
Why you hatin', my guy?
You bought her Commes des Garçons
She come and play with your heart
I'm far from a popular artist, one of the hardest, no less
And I saw your woman, I call her low like a Cardigan sweater

Call her whatever you want
I got my revenue up
In Beverly Hills, my ceilings like the Beverly brothers, oh
Since day one, Folarin been the same one
I came up in them go-gos most of them was afraid of
Now kill moe, say that
Now kill moe, say that
But when your wheel is a fortune, you ne'er gotta say jack
Don't be talking too much
These niggas copy too much
These niggas cardio crazy
Chasing clout must be tough
F*ck it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me f*cked up

I raise my hands and raise your family's casualties up, I'm faded
I'm playing
These niggas don't be no gangster, they be paying it, yeah
Extortion ain't dead, it just moved to the county
Shoot 'em out the S-class, I guess you don't see the problem
I know every who and who and every who that I'm around
And what you call a piece of mind, I call a picture for a bounty
Hold up, yeah
I'm in my luggage, in my luggage
Hold up, boy
I'm on the runway like I'm Jackie, hold up
Prolific, really be living my lyrics
So tell me, who did it this big and who ain't 'bout to slow up?

My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy
My boy
My boy, my boy, my boy

Who gon' bring my crown to me? (Yeah)
And who won' try to f*ck with me? (Ay)
Faded off the brown (brown)
She can't get enough of me (ay)
I don't play around ('round)
Ain't got that type of luxury (yeah)
Bitches going down (down)
And ain't no catching up to me

Yeah, stepped in the building with my vibe on a million
Slide on the beat like, "my God, I'm so brilliant"
All other rappers, put your pride to the side
Try collide with the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob
You's a fraud, you's a thorn in my side
I'm a knife in your back, I'm that turn of the knob on the door
When the boy from the corner come rob you
And tie you up to something, now, stop with all that frontin'
That big money talk should be reserved for those that got it
But when you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it
That's why I hear that capping on your raps and highly doubt it

The game too crowded
I'm 'bout to get all the way the f*ck up out it
No if's, and's or but's about it
Thirty mil' on a deal depending on how the tour was routed
I seen your watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you used to fugazi shit
Fake it 'til you make it-type, I shoot through you crazy with
Hollow tips, no holler backs, just hotter raps
I gotta black to make sure every dirty dollar stacked
Y'all aiming for the stars, bitch, I'm aiming at your starter cap

Run, nigga, run like a f*cking black quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to hear me is pivotal
I will bury you niggas and come and air out your funeral
Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals
IV's, IV's
It's the reason why nobody try me, try me
Have a nigga screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me? Cole did me grimy"
"He took it too far, he treat them bullets like they Siamese"
Back to back, I clap like that's a wrap, but
No video shoots, just hoodies and boots
Putting your troops in pine boxes
I blew a million on white tees and Calvin Klein boxers
This nigga silly

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy, say word!

Who gon' bring the crown? (My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy)
And who won' try to f*ck with me? (My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy)
Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me (my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy)
I don't play around, don't got that type of luxury (my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy)
Bitches going down, her body catching up to me (my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy)

Who gon' bring my crown? (Crown)
And who won' try to f*ck with me? (Ay)
Faded off the brown (brown), she can't get enough of me (ay)
I don't play around ('round), ain't got that type of luxury (yeah)
Bitches going down, it ain't no catching up to me

Who gon' bring my crown? (Crown)
And who won' try to f*ck with me? (Ay)
Faded off the brown (brown), she can't get enough of me (ay)
I don't play around ('round), ain't got that type of luxury (yeah)
Bitches going down, it ain't no catching up to me

Who gon' bring my crown?
And who won' try to f*ck with me?
Faded off the brown, and she can't get enough of me
I don't play around ('round), don't got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain't no catching up to me

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Written by: Jermaine L. Cole, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin

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