Street Runner by Wale
The nerve of these niggas, they acting like they done already made it
Practice make perfect, so perfect'll be my mama's maiden
These niggas lame and uneducated and constipated
What I lay every statement should be the defecation
My denim made by respected Asians, I dress amazing
My shirt so crazy I get away with some Sketchers Shape-Ups
Such a lie for I couldn't get up out these Nike's
Number five Tokyo don't even know the price
Bitch, we balling like we ain't harvesting for tomorrow
We ain't no gangsters, but we gone mob up before we borrow
Gold bottles, flow getting me Asiago
With braggodacio like Randy Macho Man off the top rope
And my slim jim is designated to your lady
Now that Benz friend, I'm sliding in that new Mercedes
Or whatever her name is, she just likes to get famous
And I bet she see the light, know that's Benjamin Franklin
Look, is this what you predicted? Look what you becoming
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