Wale - Narciss-Her/Spaceships (Freestyle) lyrics

[Narciss-Her:] [Intro - George Constanza & (Jerry Seinfeld):] So attractive one day, not attractive the next (Have you come across this?) Yes, I am familiar with this syndrome. She's a two-face [Hook:] Look, hear me out, unh Narcissism, narciss-her She follow trends and all the gimmicks Caught up in opinions, need attention She gon' say she didn't Who the f** you think you kiddin' [Post-Hook:] She do it for you, she do it for you She do it for you, she do it for you [Verse 1:] Miss Atlanta, how do you manage? See me as a dollar, see you as a challenge See that the world is ours, hoping I be your balance Life is a beach, I know it, better hope I can be your towel Think about it, narciss-her Thrive on attention, despite she need genuine love She like "did you like all my pictures?" There for my woman, down for no b**hes Sure as your body on IG cry when misogyny get ya I don't get ya, you and your pictures I mean you are a God to me girl But if all these b**hes is in your business Why you so ga**ed for followers [Hook] [Post-Hook] [Intermission - Wale:] Wait hol'up, hol'up, hold that, hol'up, hol'up Pull that up This a mixtape, I can't give them more of that Maybe in March, maybe in march If they want it bad enough Next [Spaceship:] [Verse 2:] Unh, unh, unh, bounce Ha, look Second place, I can't do it Which is why I'm working through it I'm just tryna get my squad through it While these n***as tryna add salt to it Going through a little mood with a few Lord can you help a brotha get through Momma still gettin' on me, I should quit before'em I graduate that school I love a shoe, I hate the feat A lot of Karats, betakaroten I can guarantee November Guarantee instead of carrying me, these n***as carry T Mean muggin', y'all muggin' I make an instrumental kick a bucket Spittin' something these n***as'll f** with It's funny, them drums, they bustin' to k** your percussion Heaven knows Hell lies That's why my heart, paralyze I wear it out on my sleeve Yet I feel, not a thing Not a thing, badaboom, badabing Bomboozed by the weak Who am I to weep? Ran through some goose, just to by the G When I'm sober I don't like to think With all these n***as, with all these hoes f** all these n***as, make me sound haters with audio But you make sure you tell them all "adios" Cause I make sure I'm grinding like I was broke Though I ain't rich, know getting close And it won't go anemic, my iron close Even when I go Caesar, these hoes'll know When they with me, they know they gon' overdose See my thoughts is deep and my flow is dope You far from official, you open court And I'm high as a forward that jump at the quarter You might as well forfeit, you four foot short That's all I got OG sh**