Wale – Staying Power

Representin’ all official niggas
I take ’em all shopping then burn the receipt
I tell her to fly, she catch a Delta
AKAs at Virginia State
I ain’t too deep, but I ain’t too deep
Trust me, they don’t got no staying power
It’s so funny, I’m fly from my "crashing" gig
Somebody tell ’em I’m back in my zone
And I’m not too popular, media treat my passion like a hazard or something
I got her, and I can outrap my opponents
You probably is wondering what do that mean?
Left Atlantic, ’bout a minute later
I be runnin’ back for a team or something
Folarin, the godbody flow
And tired and sleep
Uber X, I’m in a Maxima
Olu back in his zone
Every time that I record, I’m lit, uh
I quietly quietly built my empire, to set afire to the rivaling teams
Halliburton full of Blues Brothers
He said, "Young man, when it’s your time, you’ll have the whole nation’s capital and the surrounding towns and boroughs to be following you
Well you and I know its only kinda true
Ass bet, go ‘head, mask on me
She was in Maxim mag, she got a attitude, uh
It’s more like, "You shining lil dude, see see there a lot life limits about to come through, but if your run Joe, and bust loose and grind, grind, grind, them lemons are set up, you will get sa juice"
I’m a lion, you are just a feline
Who fucking with me?
I’m gone, Folarin
I’m like the outcast of the new school
Nah really? Who fucking with me?
Paranoid, so I’m drinking heavy
I’m not a little nigga tryna big boy
Lately been feelin’ like niggas doubt me
Hol’ up How you got a landlord and a Lambo?
I’m not concerned about who beefing with us
I’m off that brown
Ask money, ask money
Forever that dope shit, it run in my blood like I’m sipping mud
The homies is homonyms out in these streets
Early bird, that was Petersburg
You a lil bamma nigga with no real dough
Went to Portland before I signed with my team
Intelligent, fly, and get bitches nigga
And I got that now
Blood on my teeth
Nicotine patches on raps and my poems
Simple city niggas wild with me, so you outta town niggas humble it
So I’m back in my zone, hold it

Flex attitude made her drop that down
I’m from uptown
Never that broke shit applying to me
In the field like a running back or somethin’
Maxfield, tryna see how fast it burn
Had a choice, I can turn a back?
[Verse 1]
You a simp, why you gotta buy a gift for her?
I can give ’em words, I could beat ’em up
Every record label try and scout me
I got it, and I can out-rap my opponents
We laughing at who thoughts, it’s quiet for me
Y’all can’t tell me shit
Ain’t no Akroyd or Belushi neither
I am the legend niggas trying to be
All of my queens got blood on they sneakers
’07 my Supreme jacket
Hook, cross, jab, jab through em’
I ain’t about to tit for tat, but nigga check the map
Shit, y’all just Instagram
Me, I get it and Alvin Kamara it
Actin’ gig from Judd Apatow
Niggas couldn’t fly on they feet
Might buy me a ‘rari, you buying Foamposites
All of my women be loyal and honest
Now, I’m sneaking burners in the club
Hol’ up, yeah, I don’t care though

But, I’m cool though
Or she RHO, or she get to steppin’
Kick return, wide-receiver money
Spent about 240 on my wrist
Hearing voices, I don’t sleep heavy
The godfather himself
‘Cause y’all rappin’ niggas ain’t really rappin’ good
If your bitch is always on my dick
Niggas do not want no smoke with me
You an H&M nigga, a banana ho
Y’all get the handoff and fumble it
I got dick for her
I got the passion in me, just got a bag to push it
My second year, I tried to get one pregnant
Rest in Peace to Chuck Brown
AKA, I be speaking wreckless
Shit, y’a just Twitter shit, yeah
And walk around like we ain’t different
Devour anybody bothering me
[Verse 2]
Me, Folarin Guess who put shit there?
In the school of Maryland, guess I’m from there now
Now, my little bird fly to Teterboro
Spent about three stacks on a Bitcoin, ayy
Gassing on beats, and I look sweet
Rap dudes, I’m Zab Judah