My Boy (feat. J. Cole) (Freestyle) (Explicit) (Freestyle|Explicit)

My Boy (Freestyle) - Wale/J. Cole
Count me in Cole
Right here
Nah not yet
Yeah bounce bounce
My boy my boy
My boy my boy my boy
Yeah right here
Ay look uh yeah ok
Concrete since day one
Ain't no time to make up
Ain't no top on that h*e
Like baby with the a cup
Thank you for your services
Invoicing all my haters
Be sure to leave your armor and your woman penetrated
I give her back
I hate her poof get out of here
I say congratulations
Your old lady renovated
You n***as lazy my boy
Why you hatin' my guy
You bought her Commes des Garçons
She come and play with your heart
I'm far from a popular artist
One of the hardest no lesser
And I saw your woman
I caught her low like a Cardigan sweater
Call her whatever you want
I got my revenue up
In Beverly Hills my ceilings like the Beverly brothers
Since day one Folarin been the same one
I came up in them go-gos most of them was afraid of
Now kill mo' say that
Now kill mo' say that
But when your wheel is a fortune you ne'er gotta say Jack
Don't be talking too much
These n***as copy too much
These n***as cardio crazy
Chasing clout must be tough
F**k it I wrote me a dozen n***as got me f**ked up
I raise my hands and raise your family's casualties up
I'm faded I'm playing
These n***as don't be no gangster they be paying it
Extortion ain't dead
It just moved to the County
Shoot them out the S-class
I guess truancy the problem
I know every who and who and every hoodlum around him
And what you call a piece of mind
I call a picture for a bounty
Hold up yeah
I'm in my luggage
In my luggage hold up boy
I'm on the runway like I'm Duckie hold up
Prolific really be living my lyrics
So tell me who did it
This big and who ain't 'bout to slow up
My boy my boy my boy my boy
My boy my boy my boy
My boy my boy my boy
Who gon' bring my crown woo
Who gon' try to f**k with me ay
Faded off the brown brown
She can't get enough of me ay
I don't play around round
Don't got that type of luxury yeah
B***h it's going down down
And ain't no catching up to me
Yeah stepped in the building with my vibe on a million
Slide on the beat like my God
I'm so brilliant
All other rappers
Put your pride to the side
Try collide with the squad
Turn your mob into corn on the cob
You's a fraud
You's a thorn in my side
I'm a knife in your back
I'm that turn of the knob
On the door when the boy from the corner come rob you
And tie you up to something
Now stop with all that frontin'
That big money talk should be reserved for those that got it
But when you really got it
You ain't pressed to talk about it
That's why I hear that capping
On your raps and highly doubt it
The game too crowded
I'm 'bout to get all the way the f**k up out it
No ifs ands or buts about it
30 mill' on a deal depending on how the tour was routed
I seen your watch when you first dropped
That s**t was clouded
Which means you used to fugazi s**t
Fake it 'till you make it-type
I shoot through you crazy with
Hollow tips no holler backs
Just hotter raps
I gotta black to make sure every dirty dollar stacked
Y'all aiming for the stars b***h
I'm aiming at your starter cap
Run n***a run like a f**king black quarterback uh
Stereotypical but to hear me is pivotal
I will bury you n***as and come and air out your funeral
Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals
IVs IVs it's the reason
Why nobody try me try me
Have a n***a screaming
Lord why me why me
Cole did me grimy
He took it too far
He treat them bullets like they Siamese
Back to back I clap like that's a wrap
But no video shoots just hoodies and boots
Puttin' your troops in pine boxes
I blew a million on white
Tees and Calvin Klein boxers
This n***a silly
My boy my boy my boy my boy
My boy my boy my boy my boy
My boy my boy my boy my boy
My boy my boy my boy say what
Who gon' bring the crown
And who gon' try to f**k with me
Faded off the brown
She can't get enough of me
I don't play around
Don't got that type of luxury
My boy
B***h it's going down
Nobody catching up to me
Who gon' bring my crown
And who gon' try to f**k with me
Faded off the brown
She can't get enough of me
I don't play around
Don't got that type of luxury
B***h it's going down
And ain't no catching up to me
Who gon' bring my crown
And who gon' try to f**k with me
Faded off the brown
And she can't get enough of me
I don't play around
Don't got that type of luxury
B***h it's going down
It ain't no catching up to me
Who gon' bring my crown
And who gon' try to f**k with me
Faded off the brown
And she can't get enough of me
I don't play around
Don't got that type of luxury
B***h it's going down
It ain't no catching up to me