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[Intro - Wale]
You know guys, itâs really Nickâs decision, dude, what happens with this mixtape. This is totally â100 Miles and Running,â dude. I couldnât get any drops from any famous people so Iâm just gonna say it myself, dude. I appreciate you downloading the mixtape, however. You got it, whatever, you know, Catchdubs/Wale thing. So, what I need you to do right now is roll your windows up keep blowinâ on something â the AC blowinâ on you. Tell your girl donât talk to you for about 2 minutes and 30 seconds, 3 minutes, or however long we about to do it. Yeah, you, donât say nothing, okay? Just bob your head like you get it
[Verse 1 - Wale]
Peace to Maryland, but still an uptown roamer
Aroma, strong enough to bring âem outta coma
The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow
Necessarily rough âem, Iâm a fightinâ armadillo
No fumbalaya, no fumblerooski
One choke of this you a note from Mariah high
Wale they call me Tiger Stripes
Iâll forever move any cat they admire mine
With that MJ flow they hurl mine to my
So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine
Go inside the mind, you will find the mine
You see my mindâs a bomb sittinâ behind my eyes
Detonating when I rhyme a rhyme
So in laymanâs terms my words burn
There you lyinâ a rhyme
Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five
Hardest spittinâ mothafucka this side of the line
Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovinâ this side
They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines
But the same deposition take an L every time
And Iâm no âLos Rogers, no Mike Williams
Holla at ya boy young Royâs in the kill shit
Home of the terrapins, beware of the Gilchrist
Weedâs played out, they on that pill shit
A bad mothafucka, where that MILFs at?
I work overtime, Millsap
Yâall Millhouse, blew yâall head
Pause, you not near Wa-le
Who not fear? Dawg, yeah, dawg, you, them E-T-C
I.E. I get sick, white tee, I be kicks
Yaâll be highly obliged when I drop my shit
[Hook - Daniel Merriweather]
Me and you I think we should ride
Come on come on come on come on
Don't worry just done get inside
Come on come on come on come on
[Verse 2 - Wale]
I canât promise this verse will be better than the first
But still how you niggas I get jacks on the first
In search of my perfection, no gotta love it further
In search of my direction, my genre is certain
Itâs hip-hop, not pop
Been waiting for the real, real long like skirts at a sock-hop
I like bitches in Air Maxes without socks
And when they wear makeup Iâm like âNo sirâ
I canât fuck with the alter
Sorta like a dyke that I altar
I gotta bounce, I donât call her
I just bounce like thereâs no hole
Barry Sanders on turf
That means I have no block
True, indeed, I donât rep no block
I rep for the people that rep hip-hop
And it donât stop
I went to school with the white boys
So I can understand the plight for âem
But I donât mean to finna fight for âem
I ran the street with the street niggas
So I can understand police victims
But I donât mean to finna speak for âem
I mean to speak for âem
With the sâmore from the narrative
Check it
And you can tell everyone
I ainât finna lie and I ainât finna fake
Itâs Wale Folarin, I tell you how it is
State your fuckinâ biz
If yaâll about to hate then alleviate the diss
And talk some more shit
Ready? Huh
[Hook]
- Album:
- Running Back (Single)
- Fashion Week (Single)
- MY PYT (Single)
- Summer On Sunset
- Groundhog Day (Single)
- Festivus
- The Album About Nothing
- Bad (Single)
- The Gifted
- Poor Decisions (Single)
- Ambition
- The Eleven One Eleven Theory
- Lotus Flower Bomb (Single)
- Focused (Single)
- Bad Girls Club (Single)
- Attention: Deficit
- Non-Album Releases
- 100 Miles & Running (Mixtape)
- Back To The Feature (Mixtape)
- More About Nothing (Mixtape)