My Boy (feat. J. Cole) (Freestyle) (Explicit)

My Boy (Freestyle) - Wale/J. Cole

Lyrics by：Jermain Cole/Olubawale Akintimehin

Produced by：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 yeah ok

Concrete since day one

Ain't no time to make up

Ain't no top on that h*e

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 n***as 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 ceilings 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 talking too much

These n***as copy too much

These n***as cardio crazy

Chasing clout must be tough

F**k it I wrote me a dozen n***as got me f**ked up

I raise my hands and raise your family's casualties up

I'm faded I'm playing

These n***as don't be no gangster they be paying it

Extortion ain't dead

It just moved to the County

Shoot them out the S-class

I guess truancy the problem

I know every who and who and every hoodlum around him

And what you call a piece of mind

I call a picture for a bounty

Hold up yeah

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 living 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 woo

Who gon' try to f**k with me ay

Faded off the brown brown

She can't get enough of me ay

I don't play around round

Don't got that type of luxury yeah

B***h it's going down down

And ain't no catching 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 boy from the corner come rob you

And tie you up to something

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 capping

On your raps and highly doubt it

The game too crowded

I'm 'bout to get all the way the f**k up out it

No ifs ands or buts about it

30 mill' on a deal depending on how the tour was routed

I seen your watch when you first dropped

That s**t was clouded

Which means you used to fugazi s**t

Fake it 'till 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 aiming for the stars b***h

I'm aiming at your starter cap

Run n***a run like a f**king black quarterback uh

Stereotypical but to hear me is pivotal

I will bury you n***as and come and air out your funeral

Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals

IVs IVs it's the reason

Why nobody try me try me

Have a n***a screaming

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 n***a 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 f**k 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

My boy

B***h it's going down

Nobody catching up to me

Who gon' bring my crown

And who gon' try to f**k 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

B***h it's going down

And ain't no catching up to me

Who gon' bring my crown

And who gon' try to f**k 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

B***h it's going down

It ain't no catching up to me

Who gon' bring my crown

And who gon' try to f**k 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

B***h it's going down

It ain't no catching up to me