Rhyme N Reason

[Verse 1: Wale]

See it's sorta like the beat cryin'

Better it than me cryin', keep quiet

The red head step-son of the industry

I'm in, rap fans meet Ron Howard

Far from an Opie

Mind like the sword of Shinobi

But a 9th rappers can't clone me

A little more Talib, less JAY-Z

A little less Nasir, more AZ

A little more Consequence than Kanye

The underdog from the underground, Wale

You don't know about the box that they put me in

Sank a pair of sins every time they say my name

You see I seen the lane, that I had to take

Underground nigga, pop fanbase

Stop that saying, I ain't cop out man

I'm hip-hop still, I do pop champagne

Still holla at the broads who the fattest

Get over on the broads who in awe of my status

Force is a habit

Jaws to the floor when I'm rappin'

Now I got support from the masses

Of course when there's capital the haters come after

That's why the court's cryin' and I'm laughin'

They gonna keep blogin', I am and not chattin'

Think Barack got it bad, try bein' a rapper

Ya dig?

[Chorus: Tre of UCB]

If you know what was goin' through my mind

You would understand

Maybe there's gruel to help you feel what I'm sayin'

Maybe you get the reason for my rhyme

And in love of my fans

And I do what I do, the rest is out of my hands

And I don't care what they say 'cause it's my time

[Verse 2: Wale]

So pressure busts pipes

In that regard this is Mario 5

The product from DC delivered to y'all

Difficult odds never seemed too hard

When in tune with my God I see no problem

Though I understand the views of a Solange

Shit, see this pressure I'm used to

Signed to a Grammy producer

When Rhymefest dropped and the magazines loved him

Hip-hop talk but the fans ain't budge

So I feel a little pressure, for me to do better

To be more pillar, spend a G on a sweater

Double my effort, that's why I go harder

Investin' my energy to be a bigger artist

It's hard to get shine when your city so dark

Not to mention got the same manager as Sean Carter

Shit, how the hell I'm gonna top that?

Lookin' at this contract like aww shit

I sign ROC Nation anyways

And told Minili I foresee a lot of better days

And told Rich to believe in it everyday

As me and Dan try to keep the same energy

The price of fame, no it isn't cheap

I swear the industry don't even know the industry

[Chorus: Tre of UCB]

If you know what was goin' through my mind

You would understand

Maybe there's gruel to help you feel what I'm sayin'

Maybe you get the reason for my rhyme

And in love of my fans

And I do what I do, the rest is out of my hands

And I don't care what they say 'cause it's my time