[Wale:] Time to clock in baby. [Jerry Seinfeld:] Yeah. [Wale:] You ready?. [Jerry Seinfeld:] Yes I was ready last time. [Wale:] We gon' call this "The Intro About Nothing". It's gon' go like this. Lord my all what you think of it?. Been on this long road accumulating luggage. As time proceeds preoccupied with everything. I think it's 'bout that I sing of nothing. Sipping wine sipping wine cause my Henny finished. Hard to be friendly with women who've seen. too many niggas. So I keep my circle small you need reduction. Never too much friends what is your circumference?. I swear to God times is hard but they're getting better. Tryna enjoy every moment but see we so competitive. Gubana made the level and I never missed a supper. But still my hunger's like a fucking model at a buffet. I'm with these broads who in love they ain't seen any better. But dollar signs never mind and he keep a zero. And if my heart could speak it would talk to freaks. And leave the room when a nigga try to sleep with 'em. Getting high getting by watching time fly. Tell my niggas I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride. Young wild nigga living the dream. Although I'm not who I'm destined to be. They keep saying "Grow up". I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet. But in fact I do I need by boo to keep my shit in check. And shit get easier when dreams of chasing respect. Get realized and ain't no team invading your set. Getting high getting by as my mind fly. Just bought my homie a Roley simply to pass time. And on top it's lonely so keep your homies. right by your side. And if life is short then we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five. Severed ties with any nigga who covet mine. And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes. But I gotta do it these niggas need provocative music. And as a youth momma worked too much. to have an influence. Rapping and music a bunch of bitches acting too foolish. You gotta be stupid even Tim Allen had him a tooly. Getting high sitting down thinking out loud. It's a shame niggas lame but I'mma hold it down. Let my bread roll never let my friends go. That's why I let these dreads grow. I'll never fit your fucking crown. Getting high getting by watching time fly. Tell these niggas I'mma get 'em every other time. Young wild niggas sit in your seat. Know every weekend every liquor for free. With chilly roller for leaf nothing so silly bitch. I sow what I reap. Double M Genius make these bitches so deep. I make these niggas' opinion. on younger lyricists consistently weak. Put my cardio in the audio and you missin' the beat. I'm out standing in every avenue I'm good in the streets. Outstanding shitting on niggas but you sit when you pee. Hold up. I figure they don't care nothing 'bout albums. So why not give 'em an album about. Hey you better sing that shit nigga. This how you start the motherfucking show. My fourth joint in a row. The moon's in the motherfuckin' sky all rise