Heads up, n****
Wale
Play it back
Emile
Off jump, boo, cudi get ya funk
Hit ya in your head then it work it to your rump
Hate a n**** scared, hey leave him off stump
They gotta like a n****
Call me Obama
Not a hype beast while you beast for the hype
Yea I'm the underdog, story of my life
Matter fact I dreamed that I lived twice
Once as a slave who imagined bein' free
And made it out happy for his family and his seed
And now me, you can call me mister friendly
One life to live, but no actin' on my n**** Friendy
Can't stand evil b****** when they befriend me
All they do is envy and plot up on my loins
I give you options, baby flip a coin
You get McDonalds, forget the sirloin
Hatin' my mackin', they askin'
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world of voice?
Is there any love
In this world?
Folarin, the muse of the hater
That music is greater, stupid n****, bring your face up
Bamas surprised, deprived from attention
Pride of the district all rise so they listenin'
From where gorillas territorial for inches
When it come to pistols, these n***** don't John Lynch them
Off rip that's genius
You n***** so-so like seamstress
No more amore, I refuse to force you
Maybe I lack the fortitude to try to court you
Of course they all hate
Early adapters agree they all late
So what that say about my watch?
To y'all minds I'm like a UK clock
Hours ahead, so wack n***** is sayin'
(What they sayin', young?)
They sayin'
(What they sayin', young?)
They sayin'?
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world of voice?
Is there any love
In this world?
I was born to do the d*** thing
Story of Cudi, n**** getting out my dreams
Zero options to choose
Living in a box full of Cuyahoga blues, and listen
I stayed away from reading The Plain Dealer
Most of my n***** back in Cleaveland were playin dealers, uh
Who whipped Supremes, the candy-painted eyes
But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise
Wasn't no love for a n**** in the smug
Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising
High off life? My n**** not even
I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even
Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing
No commentary my man, I come out swinging
And this will be the song that we sing
Any young n**** with visions when he's sleeping
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world of voice?
Is there any love
In this world?
Wale
Play it back
Emile
Off jump, boo, cudi get ya funk
Hit ya in your head then it work it to your rump
Hate a n**** scared, hey leave him off stump
They gotta like a n****
Call me Obama
Not a hype beast while you beast for the hype
Yea I'm the underdog, story of my life
Matter fact I dreamed that I lived twice
Once as a slave who imagined bein' free
And made it out happy for his family and his seed
And now me, you can call me mister friendly
One life to live, but no actin' on my n**** Friendy
Can't stand evil b****** when they befriend me
All they do is envy and plot up on my loins
I give you options, baby flip a coin
You get McDonalds, forget the sirloin
Hatin' my mackin', they askin'
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world of voice?
Is there any love
In this world?
Folarin, the muse of the hater
That music is greater, stupid n****, bring your face up
Bamas surprised, deprived from attention
Pride of the district all rise so they listenin'
From where gorillas territorial for inches
When it come to pistols, these n***** don't John Lynch them
Off rip that's genius
You n***** so-so like seamstress
No more amore, I refuse to force you
Maybe I lack the fortitude to try to court you
Of course they all hate
Early adapters agree they all late
So what that say about my watch?
To y'all minds I'm like a UK clock
Hours ahead, so wack n***** is sayin'
(What they sayin', young?)
They sayin'
(What they sayin', young?)
They sayin'?
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world of voice?
Is there any love
In this world?
I was born to do the d*** thing
Story of Cudi, n**** getting out my dreams
Zero options to choose
Living in a box full of Cuyahoga blues, and listen
I stayed away from reading The Plain Dealer
Most of my n***** back in Cleaveland were playin dealers, uh
Who whipped Supremes, the candy-painted eyes
But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise
Wasn't no love for a n**** in the smug
Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising
High off life? My n**** not even
I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even
Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing
No commentary my man, I come out swinging
And this will be the song that we sing
Any young n**** with visions when he's sleeping
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world of voice?
Is there any love
In this world?