Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze
Just wanting to runaway, and to at least win that race
It's a sad mess always wanting to be hand fed
I don't want you to have my permit yet
Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid
Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that
Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain
Your man wale in his own damn lane
It is pretty obvious, i won't be done wanting it
And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit
So call the fire-bridge and get ready for my revenge
But this is what'll kill me in the end always wanting to avenge
Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane
Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again
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