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Artist: Wale & A-Trak f/ Pusha T
Album:  Festivus
Song:   The Deep End
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

"Man you the black god in the arena, man
Let these peoples understand the full magnitude of what we representin', you hear me?
From Cadillac down to Lewisburg to Pat Ryanoch, you hear me?
Man we blue moons homie, we come out every now and then
So if they ain't gonna get down with the network
and they got their hand out, fuck 'em! Let 'em drown"

If it's fuck me, it's fuck you too, hey
(Blue moon, G double M-E) Uhh

[Chorus: Wale]
Uh, let 'em drown, let 'em drown, let 'em drown
Keep no squares in the circle so it's real niggas 'round
One more time, let 'em drown, let 'em drown
May you never back down, real niggas back in style, wassup
I'm comin' through, hey
If it's fuck me, it's fuck you too, hey...
Comin' through, hey
If it's fuck me, it's fuck you too, hey... fuck you

Uhh, if it's fuck me, it's fuck you

Said Folarin's with the shits
No more sorry for these suckas, tell 'em all suck a dick
Off the real, hey, been retarded with this bitch
Bumped "Tha Carter II" in college, tryna find a few positions
Yeah I'm good, hey, with the field, with the bitches
Every class had a ten in it so ask my attendance
Hundred niggas, sucka niggas, sneak dissin', cool our people too
But I'm too cool for beef with niggas, just use that to speak to you
But truthfully who are these niggas? Like really, who are you niggas?
Wal-Mart is hirin' but they're tryna be Target niggas
Watch how you're talkin', boy I'm a boss, you just bossy, nigga
Sugar that's in your tank, why you so salty, nigga?
Pardon the posture, come from reclinin' with model bitches
Not as in this music, Boosa pull up and put hollows in 'em
Hallelujah, damn~! Let 'em drown
Ew, tend the blood, lil nigga, wipe 'em down
I be with bangers, Meechi & Toby, they in the cut
Women C-section and of course we get in them guts
I keep it G for years, they can't keep it up a month
By way of that double M, got hit by that double R
Them fuck niggas fucked up, I fuck their bitch, I might never call
Since niggas love actin' I had them castin' with caviar
Sleep with the fishes, look at all the people he feedin'
Look at all the zeros he keepin', look at all that weed he receivin'
Be by them people deceivin', lyin', they triflin', nigga
My young bitch spoon with ya just to knife up a nigga
Would you lie? Uh, uh
Would you lie?


[Pusha T]
Yeah, Wale whattup?
Real king shit right? DMV, fuck them other niggas

Don't talk about it, be about it
Call me Hush Money Push, you can read about it
Yeah, my portfolio, cause polio
Under the hood like a rodeo (woo~!)
Inside like Rodeo
The owner is the model so the model sign the payroll
(YUUGH!) Follow me, niggas (hahahah)
Nah, fuck that, model me, niggas
The shearling is Prada, the peacoat Chanel
Powder +face+ like a +Ghost+, +Supreme Clientele+
The first Noel with a scale
My prints in the snow leave a trail
I can't validate what they sold, bro (no)
Can't put my stamp on the coco (no)
Rather be with Wale in a gogo
DMV shinin' like it's Soul Glo, ow~!