Wale - Two A Days Make You Stronger lyrics

[Wale talking] So yeah like Im not really like worried about f**ing up or you know what Im saying The plight of a rapper or whatever Or the trials of relations Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most f**ed up, hatingness areas in the world I played football for 12 years you know And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics And you got all the other bullsh** So I'mma talk about a little bit of that And I'mma start rappin' So drop the slam and lets get sick [Verse 1: Wale] Halfback toss to right Yeah the coach used to say I was awesome, right O.D. was in the weight room all his life But I was more self concerned with the broads in life Im always on the yard like farmers Never in cla** Dorm room hoppin' if workouts optional Im not rockin'+ I can run an option best in my conference Look at my accomplishments, Im all county You double A n***as should be lucky y'all signed me Lucky y'all found me, lucky y'all stole me I could be with Bowden, I could be with Freechy Two a day curfews, where's my Freedom? School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here Might as well pre pay Cee said, Oaknair finna be here When the depth chart came, there was no me there I mean me is there, but it's like three there Which made me have to wait like leap year Cause I ain't really lift weights, I didn't need them I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there Knocking on my coach door like a missionary Playbook like a Oxford dictionary Attitude they was not really felling And he put me on ice, I was oxen literally I keep talking, I keep talking My scholarship won't straight like Rodman So Im walking f** it, Im leaving VSU next season Peace [Hook: Kanye West] I need you right now I need you right now You know how long I've been on ya? Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had isotoners Don't act like I never told ya [Verse 2: Wale] They say, Trojans never break but it ain't that For God sake, you can call coach Faison I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them Cause he played them, when he ain't played them I've seen n***as loose cool, n***as leave school And back to the block with nothing better to do VSU don't regret you Just regret the fact that I left too soon I got kicked off, I used to sh** talk Excuse my complaint, but I got to get it off Hey Mr. coach, I don't like you You don't me, that don't mean I gotta move You see the way I move, I am in another gear You can ask Los, I was like a young Gayle My coach ain't care, so I ain't care He ain't even respect the name, he said Whale So I said yeah, and he was like yeah You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill So Im like f** it, Im out get on your head Such Karma, next year they 4-6 A few n***as stay, a lot of n***as quit And now I only listen to this hip-hop sh** A few n***as stay, a lot of n***as quit Man f** this sh** [Hook] [Verse 3: Wale] I go, in when I start putting words out Words sharp like a Jerry Rice curl route Im moonshine, y'all merlot I got on, and I gotta thank Marlon Thank Kenny Burns, though we not talking But my squad like the 72' Dolphins Climate Shula, my flow Csonka Im so Bonkas, Im not conscious They are not confident when Im talking Make them more insecure when they caught one He tried tossing to Andre Johnson Now Im getting compliments on how charming I am And Im way out London, way out conscious Y'all never seen Exclusives, y'all never seen They wait on my return, I am Az-Zahir Hakim Write it in my leisure, I rather go shopping Gucci & Nike, that's what I call an option Um Tom Frazier, new LeBron haters Got you n***as all over my bars just like Frasier I've become immune to you no name haters They can not pause like right one sega I get inspired about your make up You no good like a stripper with a "A" cup Young Arrington, coming for you Aikman Aye Jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that Aye Bo, 10 stacks on the Patriots Aye Rich, another 5 on the G Men Another 5, Eli won't even be there No Strahan, y'all need to rebuild Back to you h*mo spittin so, so You can't kick it like Romo hold for ya No more for the broke I am more so A first rounder, y'all don't want a Russell I must go like fly route My tires align with the play, but the times out Yeah hail Mary full of grace I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate Young Peyton don't huddle, still run my play Still run that break, still get my ring, still run my sh** And it ain't no thing, you in Dungy's dungeon So get that straight, yeah get that straight Ain't nothing to Peyton I am Marvin with mind, but I listen to Wayne And I listen to 'Ye Still listen to Big And I listen to Jay They are the coaches in this And I listen to thought And I listen to Common We have nothing in Common The sh** that I spit is more