Album Name

Free Lunch

Artist

Wale

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2018.09.14

Release Agency

워너뮤직

My Boy (Feat. J. Cole) (Freestyle) - Wale
Count me in Cole
Right here
Nah not yet
Yeah bounce bounce
My boy my boy
My boy my boy my boy
Yeah right here
Ay look uh yeah ok
Concrete since day one
ain't no time to make up
Ain't no top on that hoop
like baby word to a cup
Thank you for your services
invoicing all my haters
Be sure to leave your armor
and your woman penetrated
I give her back I hate her poof
get out her hair
I say congratulations
your old lady renovated
You niggas lazy my boy
why you hatin' my guy
You bought her Commes des Garons
She come and play
with your heart
I'm far from a popular artist
one of the hardest no lesser
And I saw your woman
I call her low
like a Cardigan sweater
Call her whatever you want
I got my revenue up
In Beverly Hills
my ceilings
like the Beverly brothers
Since day one
Folarin been the same one
I came up in them go-gos most
of them was afraid of
Now kill mo' say that
now kill mo' say that
But when your wheel is a fortune
you ne'er gotta say jack
Don't be talking too much
these niggas copy too much
These niggas cardio crazy
chasing clout must be tough
Fuck it I wrote me
a dozen niggas got me fucked up
I raise my hands
and raise your family's
casualties up
I'm faded I'm playing
These niggas don't be no gangster
they be paying it
Extortion ain't dead
it just moved to the county
Shoot them out the S-class
I guess you won't
see the problem
I know every who and who
and every who that I'm around
And what you call a piece of mind
I call a picture for a bounty
Hold up yeah I'm in my luggage
in my luggage hold up boy
I'm on the runway
like I'm Duckie hold up
Prolific really be
living my lyrics
So tell me who did it this big
and who ain't 'bout to slow up
My boy my boy my boy my boy
My boy my boy my boy my boy
my boy my boy my boy
Who gon' bring my crown to me yeah
And who won' try to fuck
with me ay
Faded off the brown brown
she can't get enough of me ay
I don't play around round
ain't got that type of luxury yeah
Bitches going down
it ain't no catching up to me
Yeah stepped in the building
with my vibe on a million
Slide on the beat like my God
I'm so brilliant
All other rappers
put your pride to the side
Try collide with the squad
turn your mob into corn
on the cob
You's a fraud
you's a thorn in my side
I'm a knife in your back
I'm that turn of the knob
On the door when the boy
from the corner come rob you
And tie you up to something now
stop with all that frontin'
That big money
talk should be reserved
for those that got it
But when you really got it
you ain't pressed
to talk about it
That's why I hear
that capping on your raps
and highly doubt it
The game too crowded
I'm 'bout to get
all the way the fuck up out it
No ifs ands or buts about it
30 mill' on a deal depending
on how the tour was routed
I seen your watch
when you first dropped
that shit was clouded
Which means
you used to fugazi shit
Fake it 'till you make it-type
I shoot through you crazy with
Hollow tips no holler backs
just hotter raps
I gotta black to make sure
every dirty dollar stacked
Y'all aiming for the stars bitch
I'm aiming at your Starter cap
Run nigga run like a fucking
black quarterback uh
Stereotypical
but to hear me is pivotal
I will bury you niggas
and come and air out your funeral
Have your homies
on stretchers right next
to Roman numerals
IVs IVs it's the reason
why nobody try me try me
Have a nigga screaming
Lord why me Why me
Cole did me grimy
he took it too far
he treat them bullets
like they Siamese
Back to back
I clap like that's a wrap
But no video shoots
just hoodies and boots
Puttin' your troops in pine boxes
I blew a million on white tees
and Calvin Klein boxers
This nigga silly
My boy my boy my boy my boy
My boy my boy my boy my boy
My boy my boy my boy my boy
My boy my boy my boy say word
Who gon' bring the crown
And who won' try to fuck with me
Faded off the brown
she can't get enough of me
I don't play around
don't got that type of luxury
Bitches going down
a body catching up to me
Who gon' bring my crown to me
And who won' try to fuck with me
Faded off the brown
she can't get enough of me
I don't play around
ain't got that type of luxury
Bitches going down
it ain't catching up to me
Who gon' bring my crown
And who won' try to fuck with me
Faded off the brown
and she can't get enough of me
I don't play around
ain't got that type of luxury
Bitches going down
it ain't catching up to me
Who gon' bring my crown
And who won' try to fuck with me
Faded off the brown
and she can't get enough of me
I don't play around
ain't got that type of luxury
Bitches going down
it ain't catching up to me