My Boy (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Intro: 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! Yo, okay [Verse 1: Wale] Concrete since day one, ain't no time to make up Ain't no top on that hoe, like baby with the A-cup Thank you for your services, invoicin' all my haters Be sure to leave your armor and your woman penetrated I give her back, I hate her! Poof! Get outta here I say congratulations, your old lady renovated You niggas lazy, my boy! Why you hatin', my guy? You bought her Comme 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 ceiling's like the Beverly Brothers Since day one, Folarin been the same one I came up in them go-go's, most of them was afraid of Now "Kill Moe" — say that! Now "Kill Moe" — say that! But when your wheel is a fortune, you ne'er gotta say jack Don't be talkin' too much, these niggas copy too much These niggas cardio crazy, chasin' clout must be tough Fuck it! I wrote me a dozen, niggas got me fucked up I raise my hands, and raise your family's casualties up! I'm faded.. I'm playin' These niggas don't be no gangsters, they be payin' niggas, yeah Extortion ain't dead, it just moved to the county Shoot 'em out the S-Class, I guess truancy the problem I know every who-and-who, and every hoodlum I'm around 'em And what you call a piece of mind, I call a picture for a bounty Hold up! Yo, 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 livin' my lyrics So tell me who did it this big, and who ain't 'bout to slow up? [Chorus: Wale & J. Cole] My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy [Bridge: J. Cole] Who gon' bring my crown? And who gon' try to fuck with me? Faded off the brown, and she can't get enough of me I don't play around, who got that type of luxury? Bitch, it's goin' down, and ain't no catchin' up to me [Verse 2: J. Cole] 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 yo' back, I'm that turn of the knob On the door when the boys from the corner come rob you And tie you up to somethin', 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 cap in all your raps and highly doubt it The game too crowded I'm 'bout to get all the way the fuck up out it No 'ifs', 'ands' or 'buts' about it 30 mill on a deal dependin' on how the tour was routed I seen your watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded! Which means you used to fugazi shit Fake-it-'til-you-make-it type, I shoot through you crazy with Hollow tips, no holla back, just hotter raps I gotta black to make sure every dirty dollar stacked Y'all aimin' for the stars, bitch, I'm aimin' at yo' Starter cap! Run, nigga, run like a fuckin' black quarterback (Uh) Stereotypical, but to hear me is pivotal I will bury you niggas and come and air out your funeral Have your homies on stretchers, right next to Roman numerals IV's, IV's — it's the reason why nobody try me, try me Have a nigga screamin', "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' yo' troops in pine boxes I blew a million on white tees and Calvin Klein boxers! This nigga silly [Chorus: J. Cole] 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! [Bridge: Wale & J. Cole] Who gon' bring the crown? And who gon' try to fuck with me? My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy I don't play around, who got that type of luxury? My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy Bitch, it's goin' down, it ain't no catchin' up to me My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy [Outro x3: J. Cole] Who gon' bring my crown? And who gon' try to fuck with me? Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me I don't play around, who got that type of luxury? Bitch, it's goin' down, it ain't no catchin' up to me