My Boy (Freestyle)

[Intro: Wale & 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! Yo, okay

[Verse 1: Wale]

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, invoicin' all my haters

Be sure to leave your armor and your woman penetrated

I give her back, I hate her! Poof! Get outta here

I say congratulations, your old lady renovated

You niggas lazy, my boy! Why you hatin', my guy?

You bought her Comme 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-go's, most of them was afraid of

Now "Kill Moe" — say that! Now "Kill Moe" — 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 gangsters, 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 I’m 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?

[Chorus: Wale & J. Cole]

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy

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

[Bridge: J. Cole]

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, who got that type of luxury?

Bitch, it's goin' down, and ain't no catchin' up to me

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

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 yo' 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 cap in all 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 holla back, 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' yo' troops in pine boxes

I blew a million on white tees and Calvin Klein boxers!

This nigga silly

[Chorus: J. Cole]

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!

[Bridge: Wale & J. Cole]

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, who 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

[Outro: J. Cole]

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, who 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, she can't get enough of me

I don't play around, who 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, she can't get enough of me

I don't play around, who got that type of luxury?

Bitch, it's goin' down, it ain't no catchin' up to me