With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle
And i'll fly off like a bat that's attached to the back handle,
To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control
So hot when you walk i got to stop drop and roll
Than you gotta have a handle on your arse to take
Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great
Cause it was too damn hot and i needed to chill
Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill
I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches
Even my analyst is struggling to handle this
And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush
That couldn't seem to handle the complexity of tying there laces,
That's the main reason why you nigga's need to handle ya bitches
Older people looking at me how i bought all of this
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