Thank You - Wale

Please hold your applause

Hold the door for girls

Roll trees for the boys

Best believe this is the boy

They fiend in the door

Nothin sweet when I attend, see

Im seated by the floor

Im courtside, Wizard game

Courtside, Thunder game

Sittin so close

Flip ask Is you gon play?

But I dont never play

Kick game, one of eight

Twelve girls fall in love, but really only one of eight

Use to wear a ton of Bape

Now its only moderate

All dem niggas gonna hate

Im washin off another plate

Yes, Im gluttonous.

D.C. up in this

Now they fallin off like Nutso on Above The Rim

Wale, you must know Im on my stuntin shit

Throwin round wallets like the dude that Kid Cudi hit

I be on some other shit

The youngest of my mother kids

Ill prolly hate myself before I ever loved one of dem

Yall can’t deny it, Im a fuckin ryder

They made it on the tour.

I can spend it on my rider

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

Metaphors, similes.

Im hungry as Somali

Shoutout to Montana, I ain’t talkin bout some Mileys

Whip, plane, motions own

Truthfully, some eye at least

Material possessions dont define me, Im idolatry

Ridin with some dimes thats beside me, they like me

Ridin smokin dimes like Im blinded just slightly

Marijuana medical, smokin on the edible

Nigga, so high, I gotta modify my schedule

Layed back, high as hell.

Eyes under wire cell

Attention Deficit was such a claim, see how I excel?

Loud pack, I propel.

Burgandy, out to kill

Dont worry bout a nigga dro.

Know a nigga fly as hell

Burberry, quite a hell

Might as well, mix it up.

Im a fashion whore

And by the looks, see I dont give a fuck.

Thank you

Thank you

Thank you

Please hold your opins

Please give me back my scrotums

Lola want some grandkids

I dubale to my elders, then, now they look at me like Nigerias Elvis

They dubaleing to me.

Bawo ni to my ladies

Adabo to my haters

G-Shock when Im playin

O damo when Im fakin

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

Now Im gettin more rings than Bill Russel in an Audi

And, Im really high, really really high

To get inside my mind, itll be really ill advised

Kill em all, fuck em all.

Hip-hop really is alive

Look at Joey, look at Royce, Joe Allen, Crooked I. Look at Wayne, Lupe

Look at Drake, look at me.

Marshall, Black Thought, J. Cole, Jay-Z, Raekwon,

Jadakiss, and The Clipse

Bun-B.

Send a prayer up to heaven, Mr. Chris Henry

Hold it.

now thank you for silence

Lets appreciate all the beauty in this life

Cause one minute you are risin, next minute you declinin

If a bitch lyin (lion), then you could be a Tiger

Woods Im smokin out, rellows Im smokin out

Every bad bitch in the ghetto gonna know about us

Catch feelings of a pussy, thats rarely homey

I leave the cap before the ring, Brian Kelly on em

And she ain’t bout get no ring, Jim Kelly homey

And she ain’t bout to change her name, Bison Dele, no

And Im really gone, and Im forever flowin

So let me leave the studio before the storm go in

Thank you, thank you, yall are far too kind.

If yall ain’t heard this shit I

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