Mike Tomlin

[Wale:] Black and Yellow bottles at my table, I'm ballinBlack and yellow ladies at my section, I called 'em Balck and yellow, balck and yellow SS Black and yellow everything nigga, Mike Tomlin Look at my carnage, bitches be astonished Up at Wale college shows, edibles and bong hits This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city Joe Bout to get my city on, had to let me city go Shout outs to my Philly hoes, told her drop that eagle o Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that Give a city bra's and make em soar black and all that You don't sleep on nothing but a [?] and skull cap Me I never call em back, she said that y'all go together She just let me beat in you, an acapello kind fella, black and yellow Yeah ain't that what the song say What you calla lifetime, I just call a long day [Wiz Khalifa:] Ah ha, you know what it is... [Wale:] It's no days off, you ain't doing shit Shout outs to them Taylors and them Jets fool It feel like Woodstock in a nigga dressing room Looking at my opposition like bust and move From where they take them old beats and turn em into news You can end this verse premature But I got sceptics and some fans that just be needing more Louie D don't see the score, going in and leave it gone Flyer than a [?], I'm a [?] to reinforce I don't be in wars, so I don't need a fort I just be in the cut, my nigga Neil Spore Some niggas slept on me but I don't see the snoring Some niggas sayin' bullshit but they don't be important They don't want, my attention, I'm cool cousin A lil liquor a lil rose for my lil young'n A nigga suffer, ain't eating nothing they still bluffin While I go hard and spit retarded like them little busta's I'm still buzzin', chick is something like nigga fuck it Y'all little niggas like lil bustas with lil budgets You lil niggas is silly you think my niggas budging I think you niggas funny, I leave you niggas bludgeoned Hold up... ok Black and yellow j-force, always wear a rubber so they never ever late for it Than we celebrate when they on it She can nip it in the bud and leave that bitches face warm, yuughck! In my best Pusha imitation Bitch I be ballin' on the low like the chim is baking And I'm a need some more Patron I don't want no chaser I'm throwing hundreds at KOD, a little paper And you're girl working out, I let my niggas train her You Tim Tebow ass niggas probably still gater I chump chump pussy if it smell good to me And I don't do nothing to her but she do it to me I'm trifling, damn right ignorant Mic magnificant, you're all simpletons It's a [?], bitches blind dating [?] Baby I ain't liping, I just tend to keep my city there On my back boy, holla back boy Half a mill rap touring, Jerard Jack boy Black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow [Repeated] [Outro]