| You gonna be the one to make it, man
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| You gonna put DC on the map
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| You gonna do it
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| And I just try my best, you know what I’m saying
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| I’m gonna pave the way for everybody else
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| I know I’m good, y’all know I’m good
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| So we good, right
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| Allow me to introduce myself, it’s like
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| W, A to the L E
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| I’m hot on screens like Hebel at LZs
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| I’m trying to be the biggest thing since Elvis
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| But haters keep postin' close to my pelvis
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| Ugh, y’all gay, y’all Zed, keep 'em movin'
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| I’ve been a young boy since a high school junior
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| Junior, you’re so sophomore
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| You’re nothing but a little cud, gimme that chorus
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| No love for for a woman, no, I think that I should warn you
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| Your girlfriend got my poster in her dorm room
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| And I don’t post that?
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| At McDonald’s at Howard, I ain’t even at campus
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| I cover, I am literally Pampers
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| We sharp like nails, then you better bring your hammer
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| Run that, hold beef like lunch bags
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| I carry so many broads, I got a hunchback
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| Now, I’m tryin' to be like the humble dude
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| Like, you know what I’m saying
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| But I’m really better than most of y’all, well, all of y’all
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| Yeah, all of you
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| I’m better than all of y’all
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| But, it’s cool though, but I got
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| You know what I’m saying
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| I’m really trying to make this thing work out
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| Cause they tell me to be humble, so I do it
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| But he know I’m the best, y’all know I’m the best
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| No, Alizé ain’t lie
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| Them dudes out hatin', but they ain’t I
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| Shit, you know the cops ain’t on it
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| I ride through the quarters and this guy’s like Portis
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| Oh, you butterflies, I’m a hornet
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| I hone my tone 'til I blow like Cornet
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| Or clarinet, turn that shirt through a hairnet
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| Everybody give themselves a title they ain’t earn yet
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| Yeah, I let you put it together
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| Youngin working with a cause like pudding in sweaters?
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| Not Jello, I’m staying out fo jail, though
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| Fiends love white like Othello, 'ello
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| There’s no saving him, a notch below famous here
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| My buzz thicker than the line at Paladians
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| And I ain’t fakin' it, holla at your mons
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| I know I’m good for it, but I’m bringin' 'bout four
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| We out like tobacco when the car get hotboxed
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| Wale skip the line, this is hopscotch
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| Flow Coca-Cola mixed with the pop rocks
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| I pop Loc, make them break like Pop-a-Lock
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| The brake lights on the car gonna stop, watch
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| The flow brighter than a siren, I can stop cops
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| I’m Wale, you know you know me from the you know
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| The rap or the hip-hop, I give off the judo
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| You know, I kill beats, this is euthanasia
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| I rock Bapes like the youth in Asia
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| I’m too fast, man you can’t race him
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| My black ink poison paper, I’m truly racist
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| Face it |