This bout lyricism bruh not who is the better artist.Return of 4eva>>>Wales life
This ain't even close.
The future is now, I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now
Dope nikkas locked out 4 year rap drought
It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out
I would invest in a poncho, 'cause I ain't finna punch out like Glass Joe (Naw!)
Ima go until my arm's sore, fukk it! I go until my 40 millionth encore
Hip-hop's dead yeah that's what Nas said to me
I guess that's hip-hop heads on salary
We've had the tables, on them record labels
Who's next to release? We guillotine them
nikkas braggin' but everybody stagnant everybody broke except the nikka on the track (shyt!)
And mama why you throw away my drums?
A hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song
nikka I'm a hundred miles far, I'm feelin' Chris Childs
You lookin' like Kobe Bryant ya'll
It's lonely at the top so I waited, but ain't nobody take it
Now I'm playin' solitaire patient
Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus
See me as blasphemous for I don't need them
God give me strength, Allah give me patience
I am only a man and I don't know what to think
wale is dope aka lyrical,
No one said he isn't
But that verse ain't as good as Krits underground airplay
See life better when you know you real
I know some nikkas is winning but ain’t been home in years
Pray they not know the feeling, sitting on a couple million
Sipping pretentious liquids
Usually think money would heal it, funny, it's only trippin'
If you were afloat, I bet you soak if you with 60 nikkas
So we keep that circle small and never let no squares near it
It’s double-M G, I hope they know the set
Don’t you cop a second whip unless yo mama out of debt
Shout out to my cousin Bola, be home in a minute yep
My nikka’s at the Rivers correctional,that’s me in that vent
They thought I wouldn’t win in a crew full of trappers
But I do, I fukked the game and came out a gold rapper
I should be loving my accomplishments
But a brand new Maserati got me plottin on another hit
Success is like a never ending battle
Wit' whoever at the top and if that’s you you who you tryna hit
To top all my last shyt, it’s all that I ask of
I pray you forgive me if I don’t bask in this chapter
I’m a legend out Georgetown, we talkin bout practice?6
Cuz in this establishment you ain’t never established
Again this about lyricismkrit wuz here>>>>>>>>>>>>> Wale's whole catalog