[Produced by J Gramm Beats]

[Intro: 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

[Hook: 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

[Verse 1]
Sipping wine, sipping wine, cause my Henny finished
Hard to be friendly with women who've seen too many n***as
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 fucking 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 n***a try to sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell my n***as, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild n***a living the dream
Although I'm not who I'm destined to be
They keep saying, "Grow up"