Wale, I kick it, I kick it like Olindo 
I wear my Nike boots in Gucci 
I don't wear no Timbo 
I kick it any tempo 
I'm lifted off the indo 
I'm poppin champagne, drinkin till I'm jumpin out the windooow,
haha If the autotune's gone bet they'll all tune in 
So I'mma do it bigger than an Audemar wrist watch 
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin Grammies when these niggas is actin? 
They phony, should get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin 
It's utterly bologna so I'm Muslim to these rappers 
Fuck yappin they lucky we don't clap em 
And have them people leakin like they're CD isn't mastered 
CD is in plasic, these niggas is has-beens 
We ain't makin friends while these niggas is Anistons 
Dig, these niggas is fake joe 
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the fuckin clock radios 

We original officially the most original 
If we wasn't so original then we'd be criminal 
Wale and K'naan they don't know is they're radio 
How the hell did they fit the TV in the radiooo 

They told me go in, no problem I'mma go in 
And shy away from drama, I ain't run away from no man 
And there ain't been no buster prepared for you suckas 
Then they'll play with Mario Brothers when it was duck hunt 
That's words to my mama, since I was in a starter 
A nigga been a star before I forfeited my scholar 
Shit didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem 
Shit my homecoming is here I'm who they call up 
So I still be on that yard with a feely of that Marley 
From the city the Philly women willing to menage 
Though I put em on pause since Manilli been involved 
Though everybody's on me like the Milli V part 
Now I'm from the D Dot where we not no beatboxers 
We talkin B blockers keep us with deep pockets 
See not no fad or no internet phenom 
But he be's on that web like he be's with Pete Parker 
Me I'm not shy and my partner's Somalian 
K'naan and my buzz is too big like Comala 
Ballin, Folarin so goddamn hard 
Fat rhymes everytime bitch Roseanne bars... Wale 


I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret 
And Wale been tellin other rappers take a deep breath 
And don't perform after him or you might regret 
I guess they didn't get the memo or the leaflet 
You know if you was harder than me then you'd be led 
And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead 
And I'm Somali so I guess I'm just trynna eat bread 
Fuckin with my people well that's called the Heath Ledge 
Needless to say I turn rap beef to piglets 
Make you speechless, make you bloody, make you teethless 
Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces 
I been on more red carpets than Ryan Seacrest 
Don't cross me cause my friend I'm no Jesus 
I don't turn cheecks or draw blood like leeches 
And my friend's a nut me spark in heaters 
Get your ass privileges with parking meters 
Do I condone it or is this some kinda small talk? 
Course not, I'm big like horse nut 
Under pressure I don't sweat like my pores shut 
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by klick klacks and big bwaps 
And inside they think rap soft 
My pen sparks the benchmark I fench off tar 
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten bars cough 
Now I'm off 

Hold up, hold up, hold up