LYRICS: Wale – Folarin (Lyrics)

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Wale Folarin Lyrics
Wale Folarin Lyrics

Wale Folarin Lyrics

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Lyrics:

Folarin
I still demolished a starvin
Artist
Go to the jeweler
In June
leave in December prolly
I chase profit
You say my name
They change topics
So
Don’t start
If you can’t back up like Blaine gabbert
Don’t hate rap
I just hate rappers
That like perppin
Real Ice
On fake niggas
Or vice verse
Paranoia
Is real for me
They like lurking
So
Every party
We real heavy
Wit light searching
Cloud surfing
She on the cloud wit me
You still in y’all feelings
I’m in the style section
A niggas style
Somethin they could never grasp
Every beat I smash
Like I’m Ike snake cloud or Kirby
They not observing
The Try ignore
An they try murk me
Try block what I’ve done
And it’s somehow workin
I should could come back wit gun
Before they try hurt me?
Had that bitch ringin so much
Got retire it jersey
I’m bill russell
Till the shits over
And when it’s final
I still got a chip on my shoul…
You know what..
That’s a chip on my shoulder
Only switch up on niggas
Wit Nintendo controllers
Gotta switch the flow up
Like Rick flair
Got million rollies
These niggas scared
Four figures they breakin all ur legs
Love LoyAlty
I Love love an loyalty
Drop a bag on lil things like corner store employees
See
I
Always
Had the passion
To pass up the niggas before me
But I’m always in the shadow of average niggas wit more funding
Award season
See no one love me
No more fans
No more friends
No one more lonely
I be playing solo
I don’t know nothing
Fuck the game
Just the bands
Like it’s homecoming
That’s how I’m coming-
That cole shyt got me so hungry
Boy I’m so stubborn
Abloh **can’t make me call
<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>
Hmm
Nevermind what I was bout to say
Covered complex
They did not fuck wit musically
Imma hit this Hennessy
I aint cool wit this industry
I don’t call niggas opps
They opportunity for a reef
SHEESH
My 16 require white sheets
Quite churches
A
Choir services
When I speak
Y’all niggas
Should stop thinking
They
Near me
Fathered niggas
I stop seeing
I dead beats
Raw poetry my pen full of karisone
Mic full of that lighter fluid
And Mind u this is LIGHT me
Nobody noticing
But
They all aware of me
Ugh
I’m so prepared to leave
I got this beat
And left it two week
Yeah nigga too weak
We was born good enough we just wanna be great