[Intro] I try to tell them I'm one of the Best thinkers of this cla** I'm in I feel like [Verse 1] Yeah, I'mma let the chips fall n***as is Kemba Walker tryna see me pitfall n***as Shyne like a synagogue: think about it Centerfold b**hes prolly couldn't get a drink up out me They say I need some guidance But I think they need a stylist b**h you should see my wallet This b**h gonna need Pilates And you can't see Folarin What the f** are you, retarded? I ain't hugging the corner, but I hustle so enormous A modern day Goodfella, I'm Ray Liotta Loud smoking so pa** the L like a semicolon The Bentley is rented but I got many chauffers Foamposites if you ain't got em then you penny-loafing! Underrated that's temporarily for the moment Only marry your woman if mama cold as Willona See, I'm second to no one I'm the messenger-poet They slowly showin they colors They music good but they bogus Wale
[Hook] They talkin Talkin bout Folarin [Verse 2] Verse 2 gon be f**ing with verse 1 Especially when you're writing sh** that can never be done, Joe! That Kevin Love flow Bored of the shooters My women be in the newest Yo b**hes should buy a loofah Where I'm from they is ruthless Babies turn into shooters Crazy talking and foolish You catch a shell like a Koopa And I don't give a f**, see my b**hes is kama sutra One of them b**hes is cute, the rest of them congruent Why you talking my n***a? Just go and do it n***as awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut Still got me another deal big as any n***a in music The remedy is get your hustle on f** a broad unless you love a broad Well in that case, brother, then love her hard Put my trust in my dog Put my trust in my God 'Less you Stabler and Benson, I don't f** with the law [Hook]