Cardo - Chun Li lyrics

[Intro: Wale] Real rap, peel back in the matte black She ain't at where I'm at, send that a** back [Verse 1: Wale] Hoes in the telly on the late night Smoking real good, my eyes late flight She riding now, she tryna tell me where her heart was at I'm like nah, what the face like Yea, I'm a straight shot I'm a thorough n***a but I'm a great guy In a old car, a new paint job My crew ain't the squad, Manute ain't tall Who ain't talking that sh** the ballers get with - Ralph All of this sh** is scholarship flow, I'm tossing free wisdom I'm aware that my artistry different I'm aware that my heart is by my cuff link Though I'm living a life with a lot of plush things I'm living a life without trusting Yea, too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds The IRS, and a few broads [Break: Wale] Real rap, peel back in the matte black She ain't at where I'm at, send that a** back I'mma tell you why these guys staying, where they at Cuz these n***as ain't fly and they can't rap [Hook: Wale] Yup yup, can a n***a flow Yup yup, got a million hoes Yup yup, when a n***a step out in a pair of what's those Yup yup, all the n***as go Yup yup, at a n***a show Live b**hes at a n***a show Yup yup, when a n***a step out in a pair of what's those Yup yup, all the b**hes go [Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le] Yop yop, n***a getting rich Yop yop, n***a bought a Six Yop, I, bought a spot on the top floor And my view from the living room, it go off shore Yea, yop yop, n***a on his tip Yop yop, n***a never slip Nah, hold up, wait a minute with that homie sh** I was on my grind, and you ain't never loan me sh** I was on a mission, n***a you ain't never load a clip Hold up, you remind me of my old b**h Hold up, why you always on that ho sh** Man hold up, got me talking 'bout some old sh** So I get back to the money, say I'm acting funny Face everywhere, thank God I ain't ugly See him in the mirror, they say God is above me In a Porsche Panamera, smoking weed, getting skully Yop, so come get me if you want me Me and my buddy, leave sh** real bloody Yellow tape on the beat, it's no wonder why they love me [Hook] [Verse 3: Wale] It's a whole lotta 'Gnac, not a lot to chase And the hoes in the back, they ain't tryna wait She open thighs and I'm close-minded This is Cashmere Thoughts meets North Face This is Iceberg Slim with some more game This is Martin Payne, n***as Pam James That's a damn shame, n***as without game Call them all the time, I call 'em any name I am highly respected amongst young dames Rolling up sour, bumping Sweet James Jones G thing made G's, speaking G code On fire, make a riot be a free show Beat the beat up, get a couple knots I am nothing like these muthaf**in' other guys Them PR's sitting hard with them number nines In the fall, they be talking that the summer's mine [Bridge] + [Hook]