Hold Yuh Freestyle

Ok I'm Wale but you can call me nada

My momma old G which makes me a Don Dada

my momma say im akata (nigerian word for american),

cuz my head look like shata (nigerian word for dread head)

The feds like to follow cause my bread like to knot up

So roll up the Marley, my eyes all low up in this party

I'm looking for an ethi-somoli here beside me

Beside that,Louie where my eyes at

Prada where my feets at

you aint gon find that

Ask me where my mind at

you could never find out

Ridin' I-95, haters in my eyesight.

More About Nothing

muthaf-cker better download

They dead stock sneakers, see my deals on the downlow

Keep em in the closet MJ Noami

I don't need no friends, let the ganja console me

My broad is a trophy

Broads out Moco broads out Southeast

Killer stay uptown, Louden VA tree

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play sh-t

Chrome they are sewn, roam like it aint nothing

Yea that was nothin, but look what I made from it

Carmelo straight stuntin

purple label 8 hundred

I bet I get the fall Rose had this summer

Real n-gga sh-t

ATL was sippin them

Magic city sippin them

Gucci bucket cover my dreads, I think I 'm Gilligan

I don't really mess with the feds, I'm a militant

If they not talking no bread than we aint listening

Straight Lane Kiffen them

We aint playing for rings and that trophy I mention before, I let em keep

Reggie Bush Im murking my Kardashian (car dash in)

Might as well crash and pass it to Miles Austin

Thats how I'm going, hoes want but now I'm on

A couple poems a couple songs and now its on

And these woman is loving the way that I perform

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Shout out my n-gga miles

They stop the whole game everytime I come around

And me and them rappers we don't share no common ground

I'ma a sphere they are squares

They can't even come around

I aint finished yet, I aint finished yet

Bitches love me out Houston like spinach dip

Get it?

I got that cold flow, Winnepeg, this is work

I am in a different World, Winnefred

Jalisa all black Caprices,

Bumpin So Far Gone, goin on polices

And me and my broads n Jamal and Latika

So everytime I treat em, the mall gotta re-up

And ya'll gotta relax talking bout that he wack

Or they be reminscing over you? Word to P-Rock

Ridin' in a CL, hope I never see jail

And even if I do I know my momma gon be well

Emmelola (mother's name) love her more than she know it

The youngest outta two, see Oboluwale's (real name) grown up

When they hate, I never give a whole f-ck, or half sh-t

Purple haze, purple Half- Cents

I had dollars for a young'un ever had cents.

I have sins so my pants never had lent (lint)

Now I'm getting it everything lavish.

I'm ballin LeBron, lil poncho is Maverick(s)

Ravishing, Rick Rude of rappin you bastards

And I just want to hold her

she all that I can handle

[Gyptian Chorus]