Let A Nigga Know

By Wale

On Folarin

Released on December 24, 2012

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[Verse 1: Wale]

To be honest they trippin' off little change

Rhymin' remarkable not cognizant of shade nigga

Bright-minded, outfit sharp as hindsight is

Hoes open to him, I ain't talkin' chancletas


[Verse 2: Chinx]

Grain grippin', stain drippin', nigga shoulder leanin'

Got your main bitch with me and she ain't complainin'

Shawty what your aim is, young rich and famous

Never payin' for the pussy, niggas makin' payments


[Verse 3: Wale]

Bitch, I'm ballin' on the court like a fuckin' plaintiff

Any PYT, a thrill like human nature

You have to get your cake up, you have to get your weight up

I rapture any time, you cats need a Baker


[Verse 4: Chinx]

I'm from them blocks where they hustle just to get the cake up

For the money I be shakin' like Anita Baker

Chinx Drugs I done blew up like a minefield

These niggas bet I lose, 'ey check side deal


[Verse 5: Wale]

I know my mind real, I know my mind ill

Came in a lane and made paper off of Seinfeld

Enthusiastically curb, know my rap is superb

You get clothes off the rack, I make racks off apparel


[Verse 6: Chinx]

These niggas actin' like jackin' is thorough

Niggas jackin' my flow, I'm just jackin' they girl

Coke boy stylin' on 'em in my bath robe

Like a bad hand in poker, bet they ass fold


[Verse 7: Wale]

Don't gotta worry, the horny bitches be at my shows

No handouts, but my arms strong like Satchmo

Rap flow is poetry over mad songs

My stats good, I'm backslappin' the stack whoa


[Chorus: Wale]

Where the G's at, tell me when to go

Tell me where the cheese at, I'm all about the dough

Squad like the dream team, all we rock is gold

If you really real son, let a nigga know


[Verse 8: Wale]

Maryland and DC nigga

Don't forget the VA nigga

Out-of-town, the whole team spillin'

Young king with some Queens bitches


[Verse 9: Chinx]

Movin' on up, niggas roll up like a locomotive

Perseverance be the key, a nigga so devoted

Fuck myhaters, talkin' youngin', get your bank up

In the clubs poppin' Spade call it Ace Hood


[Verse 10: Wale]

Fuck a lame, NYC my face good

Made this dame give me brain via Facebook

Though I met her off it, I don't respect her often

Cause I ain't have all these broads when I was in a office


[Verse 11: Chinx]

While they was up in college, I was makin' sales

When they was in the world, I was readin' mail

Fresh off of the strip, they attended Yale

All my niggas afloat, so now I'm fit to sail


[Verse 12: Wale]

Sail, please enunciate Chinx

You know the type of stuntin' we do could fuck up a Brinks

Some niggas hate, some niggas not

I make these niggas catch a shuttle just to catch the flight


[Chorus: Wale]

Where the G's at, tell me when to go

Tell me where the cheese at, I'm all about the dough

Squad like the dream team, all we rock is gold

If you really real son, let a nigga know

Where the G's at, tell me when to go

Tell me where the cheese at, I'm all about the dough

Squad like the dream team, all we rock is gold

If you really real son, let a nigga know