[Verse 1]

I'm a gorilla

I spit till the void fill up

'Cause honestly I feel the radio is straight filler

If North is up and South is down

Why every five minutes niggas walking it out?

That's not a jab at UNK but I don't think the PD's are reasoning with us

'Cause they don't wan' think, no

They just wanna dance

And she don't want to learn

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

If I don't make that man there dance

That man there throw Wale on the shelf and I lose

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Or a harpoon to Tom Cruise with a jock tune

For every Black Thought, I thought I caught Roots

It don't feel right, so what I'm gonna do

It's lopsided like a AA college student trying to undertake a D1 scholar

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Yep she's on X, I called that bitch speed burst

I plead with 'em, the system ain't right

Like the first Nintendo, the blinking red light

So my thought process is all but a cartlidge

When I'm blown I can work proper

Yeah listen up, I ain't here kissing up

Every single single ain't a single just to hit the clubs

I am not involved, nor do I indulge in the hardest thing of poor artistry

I rock awesomely, the offspring of the flawless brings game

I'm autumn leaves change

Photosyntheis, notice what the focus is

I move the club like a poker dealer

And most feel me like masseuse

Lyrical kama sutra

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

So what you've heard is the fix like super

Intendant attend them, cool 'cause

It's cool 'cause the radio don't do much

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing

Them dudes fronting like grills

Fronting like Pharrell

They take a loss man

I'm all about the bills

And I'm about to fill y'all in on the real

No BDS, no deal

[Interlude]

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[Verse 2]

Y'all don't wanna tango with me

I'm dangling with E's and a straight Dave Blaine from the scene

PFKT with the lane's on the feet, you ain't know a rap nigga like me

Reggie Miller Nike's

I do the right thing

Althought I missed out on them white Spike Lee's

I lack jungle fever, had to go black for the sneakers

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep 'cause

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Fuck it, Wale still kicking like FIFA

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Relief pitchers, put the heat to 'em

Blackberry and T phone

Slam X high piece on it

Damn right, them my peeps sung it

I'm getting cheese like my teeth touching and cheeks puffy

I keep it coming nigga, I'm a beast youngin

I kick the door like police warrants

All day, Wale, D.C

Gone