2 A Days Make You Stronger (feat. Wale)

[Wale talking]

So yeah like

I'm not really like worried about fucking up or you know what I'm sayin'

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Or the trials of tribulations

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

I played football for twelve years you know

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

And you got all the other bullshit

So I'mma talk about a little bit of that

And I'mma stop rappin' and start rappin' now

So drop the slam and let's get sick

[Verse 1: Wale]

Halfback toss to right

Yeah the coach used to say I was awesome, right

O.D. was in the weight room all his life

But I was more self concerned with the broads in life

Im always on the yard like farmers

Never in class

Dorm room hoppin' if workouts optional

Im not rockin'

I can run an option best in my conference

Look at my accomplishments, I'm all county

You double A niggas should be lucky y'all signed me

Lucky y'all found me, lucky y'all stole me

I could be with Bowden, I could be with Friedgen

Two a day curfews, where's my Freedom?

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Might as well prepare

Season opener, finna be there

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Cause I ain't really lift weights, I didn't need them

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Knocking on my coach door like a missionary

Playbook like a Oxford dictionary

Attitude that was not really felling

And he put me on ice, I was oxen literally

I keep talking, I keep talking

My scholarship won't straight like Rodman

So Im walking

Fuck it, Im leaving

VSU next season

Peace

[Hook: Kanye West]

I need you right now

I need you right now

You know how long I've been on ya

Since Prince was on Apollonia

Since O.J. had Isotoners

Don't act like I never told ya

[Verse 2: Wale]

They say, Trojans never break but it ain't that

For God sake, you can call coach Faison

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Cause he played them, when he ain't played them

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

And back to the block with nothing better to do

VSU don't regret you

Just regret the fact that I left too soon

I got kicked off, I used to shit talk

Excuse my complaint, but I got to get it off

Hey Mr. coach, I don't like you

You don't me, that don't mean I gotta move

You see the way I move, I am in another gear

You can ask Los, I was like a young Gayle

My coach ain't care, so I ain't care

He ain't even respect the name, he said Whale

So I said yeah, and he was like yeah

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

So Im like fuck it, Im out get on your head

Such Karma, next year they 4-6

A few niggas stay, a lot of niggas quit

And now I only listen to this hip-hop shit

A few niggas stay, a lot of niggas quit

Man fuck this shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wale]

I go, in when I start putting words out

Words sharp like a Jerry Rice curl route

Im moonshine, y'all merlot

I got on, and I gotta thank Marlon

Thank Kenny Burns, though we not talking

But my squad like the 72' Dolphins

Climate Shula, my flow Csonka

Im so Bonkas, Im not conscious

They are not confident when Im talking

Make them more insecure when they caught one

He tried tossing to Andre Johnson

Now Im getting compliments on how charming I am

And Im way out London, way out conscious

Y'all never seen

Exclusives, y'all never seen

They wait on my return, I am Az-Zahir Hakim

Write it in my leisure, I rather go shopping

Gucci & Nike, that’s what I call an option

Um Tom Frazier, new LeBron haters

Got you niggas all over my bars just like Frasier

I've become immune to you no name haters

They can not pause like right one sega

I get inspired about your make up

You no good like a stripper with a "A" cup

Young Arrington, coming for you Aikman

Aye Jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Aye Bo, 10 stacks on the Patriots

Aye Rich, another 5 on the G Men

Another 5, Eli won't even be there

No Strahan, y'all need to rebuild

Back to you homo spittin so, so

You can't kick it like Romo hold for ya

No more for the broke I am more so

A first rounder, y'all don't want a Russell

I must go like fly route

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Yeah hail Mary full of grace

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Young Peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Still run that break, still get my ring, still run my shit

And it ain't no thing, you in Dungy's dungeon

So get that straight, yeah get that straight

Ain't nothing to Peyton

I am Marvin with mind, but I listen to Wayne

And I listen to 'Ye

Still listen to Big

And I listen to Jay

They are the coaches in this

And I listen to thought

And I listen to Common

We have nothing in Common

The shit that I spit is more