[Intro: Wale]

Yeah! First and foremost let me shoutout my favorite rapper in the world: Black Thought

He paved the way for a youngin' like myself. 100 Miles and Running. My name is Wale. Ehem

[Verse: Wale]

Where the rollers at? Looking at me

How I attack beats make them jump on it

To them niggas who think they might want it

I make a couple of calls and y'all goners

And I'm sick and so tired, they ain't official as I

That's why the bitches you like be straight stalking me

Straight moshing partna I ain't normal

I make a hater fall suit like a formal

I make a nigga part ways like a cornrow

I keep a nigga in the pocket like cargo

I bet a congo you gon' want a encore

And I don't keep bitches like lawnmowers

They make you lack green, and I mack like me

Never give cheese to the meese, mice

Mouse, rats, I show you where it's at

Flow like none, celibate rap

Flow like battery, never will adapt

Flow like zippo, so unmatched

Flow King Hippo leave 'em on the mat

Flow ten zero, you ain't never had this

Flow like Howard - something like Magic

Something like masturbating I'm orgasmic

I am well fed, them whack niggas fasting

Work like a slave so them haters backlashing

Niggas so roots you think I was juicing

Jordan was cool but I'm on that Mark Cuban

Money like Moon it don't ever leave the pocket

Hoes talk money then we finna stop talking

I am an archaeological problem

Bag any bitch then I bone like fossil

Sorta like Nasir, something like Carter

Something like Marshall and Black Thought balled up

Fuck rap, I'm an ill ass poet

Chill up spines when a nigga start to go in

Make them fly girls hot so they adamant on blowing

You niggas ain't fly, y'all late like Conan

I'm on that dope shit, words worth more than money

I work like a slave, slave til I'm stuntin'

So I'll be the Kunta, the Toby of the booth

They tell me keep it coming, motherfucker I'm the truth

Sojourner the poem is the ointment that lays

Of the chaise and the scars of the orchards

Cordially yours, I speak for the voiceless

Voiceless environment is speaks with the noises

Sound of the siren, rebirth the mic with the livest

Light to the blind give them slight niggas sightless

Sorta like a domain name with no page to purge

Much as I urge, I can't save you girl

Ho's will slow a nigga

Down, so know I vow never to go with her

Mics I cold kill 'em, Nike 450

I been getting busy since Back was hitting Skillet

I'm chillin', I'm good, I'm so comfy

Nigga is unsigned, fans out of the country

The man out in Canada, plans to expand my, fanbase

I might move there, they got a better healthcare

I make that government cheese like welfare

You niggas out of your league like Telfair

You could tell Ferris Bueller I'm cooler

Flyest of the students and I don't see Mr. Rooney

I'm Parker Lewis I ain't ever gonna stop

D Dubs on the West so we synchronize watches

And I got it, homes so got it

Whores adore me so they niggas try to knock it

Listen to y'all flow, them niggas ji mocking

Dog, they say my style is similar to a stock tip

'Cause if you watch it and use what you learn

And produce to the world you'll look super important

The biggest star in the city next to Portis

Or Arenas, you would think I'm on my sports shit

I'm out in South West, shoutout to 106

Some niggas hating on me like they don't wanna live

I got a lot of fans, I got a couple haters

She got a lot of friends, she better cuff 'em baby

I got a lot of game, I got a little talk

A little pimp stroll that make a bigger walk

So what this hitting for? Just let it hit 4

5 mil maybe more 'fore I'm 24

I mean the money cool but I ain't in it for it

It's Hip Hop on 'roids, nigga get involved

I mean they spittin' false, they ripping niggas off

I make the track bleed, they got menopause

You niggas rap? Please, we ain't feeling y'all

They say I rap iodide I am in-salt-ing

And I'm far from a King

The King of DC? Um Big G

What up Slim Charles? That's my big brah

I'm at the Back show sipping a big bra

That's that old cup, had the hoes so stuck

Pop bottles every once and while that Rosé

Wale, Hundred Miles and Running

Giving them hip hop to anybody that want it

Something from Commonwealth that's when I'm not in a Hundred

If I'm not in the money I'm digging me out a youngin'

Lyrically under thunder the puma I encompass

The room full of club promoters selling my number

[Outro: Wale]

Ha

That's work

That's work

That's work

That's work with it

Work with it

Work with it

Work it out