Wale, J. Cole - My Boy (Freestyle) lyrics

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

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
Invoicing all my haters
Be sure to leave your armor
And your woman penetrated
I give her back, I hate her
Poof! Get out of here i say congratulations
Your old lady renovated
You niggas lazy, my boy, why you hatin'
My guy? You bought her Commes 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-gos most
Of them was afraid of
Now kill mo', say that, now kill mo'
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 gangster
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 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?

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
My boy

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
Don't got that type of luxury
Bitch, it's goin' down
And ain't no catchin' up to me

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 your 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 cappin' on
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 holler backs
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' your troops in pine boxes
I blew a million on white
Tees and Calvin Klein boxers
This nigga silly

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!

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
Don't 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

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
Don't got that type of luxury
Bitch, it's goin' down
It ain't no catchin' up to me
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
Don't got that type of luxury
Bitch, it's goin' down
It ain't no catchin' up to me
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
Don't got that type of luxury
Bitch, it's goin' down
It ain't no catchin' up to me