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The Intro About Nothing
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Wale
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[Produced by J Gramm Beats] [Wale & Jerry Seinfeld] Time to clock in, baby Yeah You ready? Yes, I was ready last time We gon' call this "The Intro About Nothing." It's gon' go like this: Oh oh Oh oh no no [Wale] Lord, my all, what you think of it? Been on this long road accumulating luggage As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing Sipping wine, sipping wine, cause my Henny finished Hard to be friendly with women who've seen too many niggas So I keep my circle small, you need reduction Never too much friends, what is your circumference? I swear to God, times is hard, but they're getting better Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive Gabbana made the level, and I never missed a supper But still my hunger's like a f*cking model at a buffet I'm with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any better But dollar signs never mind, any Cupid's arrow And if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaks And leave the room when a nigga try to sleep with 'em Getting high, getting by, watching time fly Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride Young, wild nigga living the dream Although I'm not who I'm destined to be They keep saying, "Grow up" Lord, my all, what you think of it? Been on this long road accumulating luggage As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing Been on this long road accumulating luggage As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet But in fact I do, I need my boo to keep my shit in check And shit get easier when dreams of chasing respect Get realized, and ain't no team invading your set Getting high, getting by as my mind fly Just bought my homie a Roley simply to pass time And on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by your side And if life is short then we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five Severed ties with any nigga who covet mine And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes But I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative music And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches acting too foolish You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly Getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud It's a shame niggas lame, but I'mma hold it down Let my bread roll, never let my friends go That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your f*cking crown Getting high, getting by, watching time fly Tell these niggas I'mma get 'em every other time Young, wild niggas sit in your seat Know every weekend every liquor for free From Chilli Bowl to Phillippe, nothing so silly, bitch, I sow what I reap Double M Genius, make these bitches so deep I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak Put my cardio in the audio and you missin' the beat I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets Outstanding, shitting on niggas, but you sit when you pee Hold up I figure, they don't care nothing 'bout albums. So why not give 'em an album about— Hey, you better sing that shit, nigga. This how you start the motherf*cking show. My fourth joint in a row. The moon's in the motherf*ckin' sky, alright Lord, my all, what you think of it? Been on this long road accumulating luggage As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing Been on this long road accumulating luggage As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing [Violin Outro: Peter Lee Johnson]
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