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Aug. 12, 2012 at 4:19pm
mmgmoreaboutnothingnpolubwaleralphfolarinseinfeldtreucbtruth over fame
#np wale - friends and strangers - more about nothing #ralphfolarin #mmg #olubwale #moreaboutnothing #tre #ucb #Seinfeld (Taken with Instagram)

[Verse 1: Wale]I keep my friends close, enemies on a leash likeMe and my haters is literally SiameseI can define me but if I let my friends do itThey’d tell you I’m some bipolar, hard drug userThe J gets smaller, I’m loving my zoneThough surrounded by an entourage, I feel like I’m aloneA long way from normal, I try to keep it cordialI made some new friends, meet recorder and touringShout out to my nigga, it’s now for a niggaKnow some niggas back home ain’t proud of a niggaThey don’t see my vision, grown man missionThey all see my life from a childish positionI’m the mouth of the District, nobody work harderMy heart is in the monuments, saliva’s is in the harborSo tell me all my followers, am I wrong for barking?Am I wrong for thinking I was better off in college?At least I’d be stable, yeah, slightly less popularBut wouldn’t be the topic of my few friends talkingA few niggas talk but they do without knowledgeI do self evaluate, yeah, I know I’ve got some problemsCan’t change who I am, I just try to get betterSo in the mean time, keep it moving or accept thatAnd you all will respect that
[Hook: Tré of UCB] x2Smiles and handshakes everywhere I goGirlfriends, groupies, then I’m all aloneSo confused, these strange relationshipsI think I’ve got some enemies disguised as friends

#np wale - friends and strangers - more about nothing #ralphfolarin #mmg #olubwale #moreaboutnothing #tre #ucb #Seinfeld (Taken with Instagram)

[Verse 1: Wale]
I keep my friends close, enemies on a leash like
Me and my haters is literally Siamese

I can define me but if I let my friends do it
They’d tell you I’m some bipolar, hard drug user

The J gets smaller, I’m loving my zone
Though surrounded by an entourage, I feel like I’m alone
A long way from normal, I try to keep it cordial
I made some new friends, meet recorder and touring
Shout out to my nigga, it’s now for a nigga
Know some niggas back home ain’t proud of a nigga
They don’t see my vision, grown man mission
They all see my life from a childish position

I’m the mouth of the District, nobody work harder
My heart is in the monuments, saliva’s is in the harbor

So tell me all my followers, am I wrong for barking?
Am I wrong for thinking I was better off in college?
At least I’d be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

But wouldn’t be the topic of my few friends talking
A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

I do self evaluate, yeah, I know I’ve got some problems
Can’t change who I am, I just try to get better
So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that
And you all will respect that

[Hook: Tré of UCB] x2
Smiles and handshakes everywhere I go
Girlfriends, groupies, then I’m all alone
So confused, these strange relationships
I think I’ve got some enemies disguised as friends

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