Staying Power - Wale

Lately been feelin' like niggas doubt me

Trust me, they don’t got no staying power

Left Atlantic, 'bout a minute later

Every record label try and scout me

Representin' all official niggas

Intelligent, fly, and get bitches nigga

I tell her to fly, she catch a Delta

Or she RHO, or she get to steppin'

AKA, I be speaking wreckless

'07 my Supreme jacket

AKAs at Virginia State

My second year, I tried to get one pregnant

Early bird, that was Petersburg

Now, my little bird fly to Teterboro

Halliburton full of Blues Brothers

Ain’t no Akroyd or Belushi neither

Paranoid, so I’m drinking heavy

Hearing voices, I don’t sleep heavy

Had a choice, I can turn a back?

I be runnin' back for a team or something

Kick return, wide-receiver money

Now, I’m sneaking burners in the club

I’m not concerned about who beefing with us

I can give 'em words, I could beat 'em up

Rap dudes, I’m Zab Judah

Hook, cross, jab, jab through em'

Uber X, I’m in a Maxima

She was in Maxim mag, she got a attitude, uh

But, I’m cool though

I’m not a little nigga tryna big boy

I’m like the outcast of the new school

Spent about three stacks on a Bitcoin, ayy

I got dick for her

You a simp, why you gotta buy a gift for her?

Might buy me a 'rari, you buying Foamposites

And walk around like we ain’t different

Shit, y’all just Instagram

Shit, y’a just Twitter shit, yeah

I ain’t about to tit for tat, but nigga check the map

Guess who put shit there?

Me, Folarin

I got her, and I can outrap my opponents

And I’m not too popular, media treat my passion like a hazard or something

Y’all get the handoff and fumble it

Me, I get it and Alvin Kamara it

Simple city niggas wild with me, so you outta town niggas humble it

Gassing on beats, and I look sweet

The homies is homonyms out in these streets

You probably is wondering what do that mean?

I ain’t two deep, but I ain’t too deep

Sweet

I am the legend niggas trying to be

Went to Portland before I signed with my team

Niggas couldn’t fly on they feet

Never that broke shit applying to me

Forever that dope shit, it run in my blood like I’m sipping mud

And tired and sleep

We laughing at who thoughts, it’s quiet for me

I quietly quietly built my empire, to set afire to the rivaling teams

I’m a lion, you are just a feline

Devour anybody bothering me

Blood on my teeth

All of my queens got blood on they sneakers

All of my women be loyal and honest

I take 'em all shopping then burn the receipt

Who fucking with me?

Nah really?

Who fucking with me?

Folarin, the godbody flow

The godfather himself

Rest in Peace to Chuck Brown

He said, «Young man, when it’s your time, you’ll have the whole nation’s

capital and the surrounding towns and boroughs to be following you

Well you and I know its only kinda true

It’s more like, «You shining lil dude, see see there a lot life limits about to

come through, but if your run Joe, and bust loose and grind, grind, grind,

them lemons are set up, you will get sa juice»

And I got that now

Flex attitude made her drop that down

I’m off that brown

I’m from uptown

In the school of Maryland, guess I’m from there now

Hol' up, yeah, I don’t care though

You an H&M nigga, a banana ho

You a lil bamma nigga with no real dough

How you got a landlord and a Lambo?

Hol' up

Y’all can’t tell me shit

If your bitch is always on my dick

Spent about 240 on my wrist

Every time that I record, I’m lit, uh

Ask money, ask money

Ass bet, go 'head, mask on me

Actin' gig from Judd Apatow

It’s so funny, I’m fly from my «crashing» gig

Maxfield, tryna see how fast it burn

In the field like a running back or somethin'

I got the passion in me, just got a bag to push it

'Cause y’all rappin' niggas ain’t really rappin' good

I’m gone, Folarin

I got it, and I can out-rap my opponents

Niggas do not want no smoke with me

Nicotine patches on raps and my poems

Somebody tell 'em I’m back in my zone

Olu back in his zone

So I’m back in my zone, hold it