[Verse 1 - Wale]

Ladies and gentlemen [echo]

I ain't tryin to be politically correct

But I won't rest 'til I'm givin my respect

And my vision isn't set on the money I get

But more less the vets, I'm comin for y'all neck

I ain't ?, just feelin how you felt when you came more or less

The change is imminent

I asked Mr. West for a little bit of help

Realized us new niggaz got to get it ourself

So I dreamed of presentin myself

And the only thing I fear is I being shelved

The cocky, lobbyist for nobody

Book so many bitches should of been a Cum Laude

Fuck the camaraderie with B rate artists

I'm ballin, you niggaz is Arliss, so watch this

Always knew where the pot was

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

Tommie Frazier on the motherfuckin one or two's

Or Michael Vick if y'all bark nigga, y'all through [echo]



[Verse 2 - Wale]

Yeah, 25, 25, 25, can I get 30?

My side Jones is fat and my freak Jones is purdy

Why? 'Cause I Mac like (Bernie)

And she swallow everything like (Kirby)

Not Puckett but I hit it then I duck a bitch

And older women put a nigga on their Bucket List

Me against you, the movie of the year

'Cause you (Slumdog) and I'm the (Millionaire)

Their buzz internet and mines internat-

ional, wearin that, Chanel fitted cap

I know they suck, I'm just showin you where my city at

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

But since Mark put a nigga on that Lily track

I had the British hoes talkin 'bout bring him back

But that's a shitty accent, you should've figured that

'Cause I've been drinkin to the point that I'm a Dizzie Ra-

scal, fix up, look sharp Joe

'Cause I'm a look that part until I'm all broke, yeah [echo]