[Intro: Wale & Nas (sample)]
Yes, this shit is raw, comin' at your door
Black and yellow O Dunks Alizé, young Folarin
(Su-Summers off) Wha-what?

[Verse 1: Wale]
Yeah, I want the smoke with most of these n***as
I’m way doper than n***as, I make a ghost of these n***as
Nah, I want the smoke with like all of these n***as
My slime get you his nickel load den he got to wet ya
I'm bicoastal, bipolar, I buy clothes a lot
My bi bitches my best friends, we fucking been through a lot
I'm ducking your crew never, I’m checking your tour route
My n***as'll bust your bus up until it's morgue now
Some n***as was court seats, now n***as is courtside
Same n***as'll take your head off like they was Lee Corso
Mm, damn, the watermelon leaking
I'm unconventional 'cause I'm shy, but that loud speaking
Yeah, and I'm from a gentrified city
Ironic, they cake walk while n***as would pie flip at the
Broads tell me to chill, broads with me to fuck
You can call me whatever, just put that boss in front
Proud, black and I’m rich, and I’m strapped, pull up
Don't call a hater a hater, I say it’s cowardly love
In and out of the clubs and I'm out with these hoes
In-N-Out with the burger, I'm sure to hit Bossa Nova
'Bout to flex at Katana, Mr. Hefner, but darker
All my women are sexy and too articulate for you
Texting I miss ’em, I'm horny, fly in and dive in her middle
Bite on her kitten, it's purring, her body weak and important
Leak up the sheet, said she oversleep 'cause of me in the morning
If she get to geekin', I stop, see a n***a decent but nah
And she wanna meet up too much, I tell her I'm vegan, hol' up
And I want my guys in the Forbes and I want my females in Lyft
And I know my day ones will put it down if my haters pull up
Oh, see, that mean I'm crazy, Uchis Kali, what's up?
O.T., that mean my game tight [?]
Mm, bucka-bucka, Folarin