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[Intro](with Jim Ross) My god, it's a slobberknocker Moons in the motherfucking sky, hey Business is about to pick up [Verse 1: Wale] Alright, oh ya'll pie shaving when facing 'em Brown straight, no chasing that Some people thinking that we lost our deep Our DMV, there's no replacing them Love relation, our relationship Black and gold the cases like the Saints is playing And it's safe to say that I'm here to save you, but I'm never praising just pay for that Bar seven, brought eight with us Below [?], but that ain't with us I give that bitch this Wayne and I ain't bout to bring that broad no H&M I said my [?] is ancient, better [?] Bitch you ain't no gangster, you a lame for real You a lame for sure, hate to pull your card and it's gone hurt the same just like a canker sore Nigga fuck this game 'til my thang is sore Nigga fuck the fame, make sure your name is strong And I rep the squad, I never bang the [?] But nigga brag or something I got a gang of combos God dang, one small black man So young, so witty, so talented I done know a lot of men that [?] Wrong nigga, I ain't going for no childish shit From Letras Mania