Artist: Wale & A-Trak f/ Pusha T Album: Festivus Song: The Deep End Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro] "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" [Wale] 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 [Wale] 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? [Chorus] [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~! [Chorus]