Текст песни Smackdown / Raw - Wale , Jim Ross

Uh, hey, lights, star fleet
Moons in the mothafuckin' sky, hey, alright

Woo, all y'all post straight when facing them
Brown straight, no chasin' that
Some people thinkin' that we lost our deed
But DMV, there's no replacin' them

Blood relation, our relationship
Black and gold the cases like the Saints is playin'
And it's safe to say that I been the savior
But I'm never praised, they just pray for that

Bar seven, brought eight with that
Below seven but they ain't with us

I give that bitch this wing
And I ain't finna bring that broad no H&M
Semih ape shit ain't shit, bet it ain't shit, yeah
Bitch, you ain't no gangsta, you a lame for real

You a lame for sure
Hate to pull your card and it's gon'
Hurt to say just like a canker sore
Nigga, fuck this game 'til my thing is sore
Nigga, fuck the fame, make sure your name is strong

And I rep the squad, I never bang guitar
But in your rag or somethin', I got a gang of commas, goddamn
One small black man
So young, so witty, so talented
I done let 'em in, don't want no sycophantic shit
Grown nigga, I ain't goin' for no childish shit
Real live, I ain't goin' for no coward shit

Real live, I ain't really with that wildin' shit
Real live, I ain't really for the violence
But got banana clips if you niggas try to power trip

I'm the flyest of the town I'm a product of
I got a lion heart, I got a line to call
To put your mind to half, all the
Irony, this nigga been beside himself