Mass Appeal Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Lil 2 minute joint Rest in peace Guru It's cold as shit in this booth [Verse: Wale] I got that mass appeal I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill I give her vicoden relief, you just an aspirin pill I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win They fuck with the message but they don't fuck with my etiquette It's somethin' they never get, but fuck it, I represent So I don't kid around like I'm searchin' for surrogates With no effort I'm iller, they won't breath what I'm spittin' I'm controlling the air, like a gentry decision I'm a gentlemen, women tell me my wisdom is different Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision Fuck it, it's MMG, I'ma cross of def poetry and potent tree I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday Enemies sleep, nigga eat with ya, talk to ya Walk with ya close enough until they get they teeth in ya My hard livin', got silver lining to soft women And real niggas gon' see they end before they see a limit Ambition, Inshallah, the people get it And if they all in your business then you don't need a Twitter Lord knows that four door fit eight women Lappin' up bitches while literally lappin' all you niggas Decathlon 'em, maccin' on 'em Black power range rover, mofuckin' mastodon 'em The masses on 'em like a catholic service People be tellin' me I need me an African woman I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one Give orgasm's to women who scared to ask me to hold 'em Reputation is vital when you facin' your rival I'm from the side where silly niggas hate that they like you Confused admirers go Russel with Bryant I put this J in your face, get a whiff of this Michael Mass Appeal, and this bag I hit got me a lastin' chill I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big And fuck who don't look up to me, my girl is 5'6" I got some fire and shit I got some 'Woods and 'Rillos, to the burbs I'm ghetto In the hood I'm well-o over they head sometimes Guess I'm ahead of my time I swear I put this shit down without a gimmick or lie I'd rather live in a prison setting than live in a lie And niggas slippin' if they think a fucking grip is a lot A couple posites I got, even penny'll stop And Nike put 'em on punishment, they won't ever come out