Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great
Fuck the loving, up 'n' coming rappers are the cure for this virus plague
Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit
I bribe judges to get me off, this life, ooh, well i'm loving it,
No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough
If you were living life and being respected, would you take off?
I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king
It wasn't working n' life he kept on searching,
I got rich from a little struggle
Despite my life being' unavailable
Being broke is to blame
Through all the rain and the pain
You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin
Now am moving thru life n your my navigation
D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang
Mentailty of a white man with a plan cause i being so broke man.
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