The Intro About Nothing - Wale
[Wale:] Time to clock in, baby
[Jerry Seinfeld:] Yeah
[Wale:] You ready?
[Jerry Seinfeld:] Yes, I was ready last time
[Wale:] We gon' call this "The Intro About Nothing." It's gon' go like this:
[Hook:]
Lord, my all, what you think of it?
Been on this long road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it's 'bout that I sing of nothing
Sipping wine, sipping wine, cause my Henny finished
Hard to be friendly with women who've seen too many n_ggas
So I keep my circle small, you need reduction
Never too much friends, what is your circumference?
I swear to God, times is hard, but they're getting better
Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive
Gubana made the level, and I never missed a supper
But still my hunger's like a f_cking model at a buffet
I'm with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any better
But dollar signs never mind, and he keep a zero
And if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaks
And leave the room when a n_gga try to sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell my n_ggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild n_gga living the dream
Although I'm not who I'm destined to be
They keep saying, "Grow up"
[Hook]
I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet
But in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my sh_t in check
And sh_t get easier when dreams of chasing respect
Get realized, and ain't no team invading your set
Getting high, getting by as my mind fly
Just bought my homie a Roley simply to pass time
And on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by your side
And if life is short then we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five
Severed ties with any n_gga who covet mine
And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes
But I gotta do it, these n_ggas need provocative music
And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence
Rapping and music, a bunch of b_tches acting too foolish
You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly
Getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud
It's a shame n_ggas lame, but I'mma hold it down
Let my bread roll, never let my friends go
That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your f_cking crown
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell these n_ggas I'mma get 'em every other time
Young, wild n_ggas sit in your seat
Know every weekend every liquor for free
With chilly roller for leaf, nothing so silly, b_tch, I sow what I reap
Double M Genius, make these b_tches so deep
I make these n_ggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak
Put my cardio in the audio and you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets
Outstanding, sh_tting on n_ggas, but you sit when you pee
Hold up
I figure, they don't care nothing 'bout albums.
So why not give 'em an album about - [chuckles].
Hey, you better sing that sh_t, n_gga.
This how you start the motherf_cking show.
My fourth joint in a row.
The moon's in the motherf_ckin' sky, all rise
[Hook]
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