歌手:Wale
专辑:《Back to the Sun》

Ain't anyone ******' with the mu******' God Folarin
Know what I'm saying?
Lexicon legend, hahaha
******s hate and ******s love
******s hate and ******s love
******s hate and ******s love

****** with me
Mh, yeah, packin' my bag, ******
Tell them ******s who so called pass, I'm on that ass, ******
Rare ******es in Raf Simons, my pack lit up
Loud in me, I'm flying high as Bilal singing
Boy, back in my groove, youngin'
Hundred-thousand for jewels, but it's cool, I let my glues cover
And the hoes love it, but I got a good woman
And I never post it cause all them vultures will probably hover
What up? Thuggin', addressin' the mass public
Attitude is ****** it, I'm living what they covet, so run it
Younging, troubled, beginning was humble
******s flexin' for that Gram, but they still live with their Mothers
They suckers, they lyin', they liars, V's on my tire
It's two things I never mind is their opinion and stylists
I'm ridin', I'm sorry Folarin gotta be so defiant
See you Chiciate, Chico, leave your people to violet
Violent, quiet, I'm young, stackin' my fund
And the back of the backing, I got my back to the sun
Got my eye on this young chick who be actin' and such
Never act up in public and really ratchet and clueless
I'm quite distinguished, and rarely do I mingle
And I really do my thing out here, really I just single
Eyes is on the prize, moon is in the sky
I used to sit up at night like I knowin' this isn't right, like God!