Wale - Work lyrics

Yeah! First and foremost let me shoutout my favorite rapper in the world: Black Thought He paved the way for a youngin' like myself. 100 Miles and Running. My name is Wale. Ehem Where the rollers at? Looking at me How I attack beats make them jump on it To them n***as who think they might want it I make a couple of calls and y'all goners And I'm sick and so tired, they ain't official as I That's why the b**hes you like be straight stalking me Straight moshing partna I ain't normal I make a hater fall suit like a formal I make a n***a part ways like a cornrow I keep a n***a in the pocket like cargo I bet a congo you gon' want a encore And I don't keep b**hes like lawnmowers They make you lack green, and I mack like me Never give cheese to the meese, mice Mouse, rats, I show you where it's at Flow like none, celibate rap Flow like battery, never will adapt Flow like zippo, so unmatched Flow King Hippo leave 'em on the mat Flow ten zero, you ain't never had this Flow like Howard - something like Magic Something like masturbating I'm orgasmic I am well fed, them whack n***as fasting Work like a slave so them haters backlashing n***as so roots you think I was juicing Jordan was cool but I'm on that Mark Cuban Money like Moon it don't ever leave the pocket Hoes talk money then we finna stop talking I am an archaeological problem Bag any b**h then I bone like fossil Sorta like Nasir, something like Carter Something like Marshall and Black Thought balled up f** rap I'm an ill a** poet Chill up spines when a n***a start to go in Make them fly girls hot so they adamant on blowing You n***as ain't fly y'all late like Conan I'm on that dope sh**, words worth more than money I work like a slave slave til I'm stuntin' So I'll be the Kunta the Toby of the booth They tell me keep it coming motherf**er I'm the truth Sojourner the poem is the ointment that lays Of the chaise and the scars of the orchards Cordially yours, I speak for the voiceless Voiceless environment is speaks with the noises Sound of the siren rebirth the mic with the livest Light to the blind give them slight n***as sightless Sorta like a domain name with no page to purge Much as I urge, I can't save you girl Ho's will slow a n***a Down so know I vow never to go with her Mics I cold k** em, Nike 450 I been getting busy since Back was hitting Sk**et I'm chillin I'm good I'm so comfy n***a is unsigned, fans out of the country The man out in Canada, plans to expand my, fanbase I might move there, they got a better healthcare I make that government cheese like welfare You n***as out of your league like Telfair You could tell Ferris Bueller I'm cooler Flyest of the students and I don't see Mr. Rooney I'm Parker Lewis I ain't ever gonna stop D Dubs on the West so we synchronize watches And I got it, homes so got it who*es adore me so they n***as try to knock it Listen to y'all flow, them n***as ji mocking Dog, they say my style is similar to a stock tip 'Cause if you watch it and use what you learn And produce to the world you'll look super important The biggest star in the city next to Portis Or Arenas you would think I'm on my sports sh** I'm out in South West shoutout to 106 Some n***as hating on me like they don't wanna live I got a lot of fans, I got a couple haters She got a lot of friends, she better cuff em baby I got a lot of game I got a little talk A little pimp stroll that make a bigger walk So what this hitting for? Just let it hit 4 5 mil maybe more 'fore I'm 24 I mean the money cool but I ain't in it for it It's Hip Hop on 'roids n***a get involved I mean they spittin false, they ripping n***as off I make the track bleed, they got menopause You n***as rap? Please, we ain't feeling y'all They say I rap iodide I am in-salt-ing And I'm far from a King The King of DC? Um Big G What up Slim Charles? That's my big brah I'm at the Back show sipping a big bra That's that old cup had the hoes so stuck Pop bottles every once and while that Rosé Wale Hundred Miles and Running Giving them hip hop to anybody that want it Something from Commonwealth that's when I'm not in a Hundred If I'm not in the money I'm digging me out a youngin' Lyrically under thunder the puma I encompa** The room full of club promoters selling my number Ha That's work That's work That's work That's work with it Work with it Work with it Work it out