[Intro: Wale]

I see your face

Don't change the channel

Every night and day

It's just a little bit of Statik, hahah (Statik Selektah)

The thought of you

Every Blue Moon, big tune, every time

Just won't go away

Adé, you ready?

[Verse 1: Wale, Phil Adé & Both]

The show and the flow killer, never below, nigga

The zone, my cortisone is twenty below zero

At the bank, I'm thinking "Who gave me this flow, nigga?"

Alice and Frank with 'em, my women be so split up, yeah

Now go, Phil A'

I think it's ironic I'm digging a gold digger (Right)

Money my goal nigga, got bitches in Vogue, nigga

No niggas that you know is as cold with the flow nigga (Woo)

Account is on Potomac but no ending road niggas

Where my South Beach bitch? Can't tell you where Roanoke is

I'm such a cold nigga, stuck to the code nigga

I promise to keep it G, double G's on my clothes nigga

I'm Gucci! I'm Sergio, my nigga

Looking like them OGs that never pose for Insta

Gram but not a picture (Grams is what they picture)

Man, these niggas sweeter than Hansel/Gretel wishes

They fugaz', yeah, y'all ain't authentic yet

Come to my city, I bet somebody say I'm real as shit

Come to your city, you silly niggas is irrelevant

Never met anyone fucking with me, maybe I sell a bit

Of off white girl, Off-White, Virgil

Long flights to God knows where but her

Man I got plans for the world

Stop playin with Barry Sanders, God just sent a mural

Uh, I smash and get the mural, that's head on face, nigga

God damn, you niggas hittin' yo head on face nigga?

I'm fast, you niggas uhh

Woo, moonwalkin', chase niggas, uh

[Verse 2: Phil Adé & Wale]

Uh, and y'all some in the way niggas

Uh, yeah, I run with renegade niggas

When I'm in L.A., yeah I get that lemonade

Bake you with the good one, kick it like some MMA niggas

Uh, ah, I'ma let her hit the squad though

Squad goals been reached, my reach far as this arm go

All on me out in Largo, moms stay out in Armo

Every time I perform, it's foreign, we need an encore

Yeah, I keep broads on the D-low

C-notes in my Chino's, used to carry the kilos

Now I got the juice, can't judge me, Judge Ito

I'm Mike when on the mic, you might be just Tito (Woo)

[Chorus: Phil Adé]

Yeah, I'm too real for sucker shit

MoCo, PG gon' fuck with this

Still got my Nike Boots in my mother's crib

Still get love and get down

Uh, I'm too real for sucker shit

MoCo, PG gon' fuck with this

Still got my Nike Boots in my mother's crib

Still get love and get down, yeah

Down, down, down

Get love and get down, yeah

Down, down, down

Get love and get down

[Outro]

One day a smile, next day a tear

Can't understand, why I need you here