The Right One - Wale, Hit-Boy

Whether it’s your broad or your niggas

Just make sure you know what I’m sayin'

You always surround yourself by the right variety

Those niggas, yo niggas, hope them niggas real as mine

Those niggas, yo niggas, hope them niggas real as mine

And I walk light, like rolled ankles and don’t save 'em

A couple blunts got me buzzin' like multiple hit singles

Rose from out the pavement, assaulted by nature

Now these jokers hate me like I posterize a Laker

Ok Folarin ain’t a house nigga

It’s real in the field, ain’t dealin' with you house niggas

Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, they all ain’t authentic

I’m givin' out a few bars, this shit a short sentence

Short and simple, be good with your people

Be greater with God, know the government lethal

I tend to be in tinted vehicles every few evenings

But even if my ceiling missing niggas still couldn’t see me

Ok you fuckin' with the right one

Not the type by your side soon as the light come

I’m talkin them who got it in when we ain’t had nothin'

Before I share cake with a snake, I treat myself to crumbs

I watch niggas speak on niggas like this industry code

So I’m bundled up for winter cuz this industry cold

Niggas want to walk in your shoes, but ain’t got the soul

I’m James Brown with a beat, got the feelin' I’m on

So here I stand cuz this money comes with amnesia

When you the man understand every fan needs ya

Stay out the way Diplo, cuz I’m mad decent

When your friends turn foe, angels are masked demons

But still my halo low, ain’t talkin' Anaheim

All this time that I sacrifice in the dark alone tryna get that light

Be a disappointment if I ain’t get right

But with his annointment I be on that flight

Still findin' hoes that I can bone at night

I admit, I be on that hype

Thanking God I’m the lord of my own vices

Overcharged like the stores still ignore prices

Cuz in memories rear view I couldn’t ball like this

I was the Bulls in '94, I was so mic-less