Arrival - Wale

Somewhere blown loud floating low breaded out

Love a dark sister but ran through lights like medic routes

Who here compare to ralph

Blacks by the double

Killimanjaro I get high by every para-i-mount

I’mma let that bitch breath fucker

And I’m doing find but them suits lying and I see you suckers

Fear not I’m you cicadas bitch I’m still buzzin

And my wrist rocky cause I beat up a little clubber, too

Making moves with that made crew, shoot

And to think that I almost did trade school

Now I kick that little cane mixed with wayne a’rooney

First album sleepers, second album groupies

I’m bout to show you broke, my next one a movie

Cause third times the charm, that’s word a sam bowie

And my ego will not change

But this shit so wack and the chips my stack, there will be no frito lay

Ok I’m winning competition who isn’t

Ralph in that new edition and that’s no ralphy or tripping

All my posse official and my policies simple

Keep your faith in your god, family over the business

Here niggas be at odds and get even with pistols

Air hakily nah, my partners is more official

And I’m at that mall again balling for that shit I been through

And that large grip is just small shit, like that shit from shih tzu

My pencil a get to everyday people when do Got a nice crib but I’m outstanding like mr.

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