[ Featuring Eric Bellinger ]
Everything you want is right here
Everything you need is right here, yeah
Everything you dreamed of is right here, yeah, yeah
I'm right here
I'm right here
Ayy, let's get it though
Wale
Bye-bye Folarin, with half the press and double the talent
What's a poet to rapper? It's a shark to a scallop
I'm the sharpest for Sharpie talk, this indelible chatter
My true love is my daughter, the shorties' way after
Like way back there, not even same chapter
And I ain't Catholic, I hail-Mary them blaze after
I'm a lion they chasin', I think I'm Barry Sanders
But I'm very confident with the block I still carry better
Curry hustle, Diddy bitches, I don't carry Berettas
I carry niggas with no morals, so carry weapons
Go ask the industry who got intricate interviews
Put my phone off (?) even I bet that Billboard be real confused
This is real influence boy, I'm the real boss
When they was in they cap and gown, I was in The Source
When they was graduatin', I was out in Glastonbury
Over hunnid thousand was advocating for that performance
That was Ronson, shout out Derozan
Lenny Santiago, (?), and Mr. Carter
A combination of mental issues, liquor, and ganja
With a gift with these lyrics you hear Mr. Folarin
(Everything you want is right here)
And I'm on if you want some
(Everything you need is right here, yeah)
Everywhere, need a OnStar, naw
Everything you dreamed of is right here, yeah, yeah
I'm right here
F*ck wit me
Look, goodbye, yeah
For now, yeah, I'm found but I lost too
'Cause time is never right when you lost in your nostalgia
Goodbye, yeah, for now, yeah, I'm found but I lost too
'Cause time is never right when you lost in nostalgia
So here's the thing
Okay, yeah, see, yeah
Got my city with this hip-hop
I'm truly infamous, you just did it to get clout
Boy, you headin' out wit' yo' little spot
I shine, dip, and my right wrist never tick-tock
Sprint, spread love, or, nigga, kick rocks
I swear fo' God, I'ma buy a lot of them dick socks
Y'all lunch, apply pressure, they start duckin' you
I am Debo, when I be leavin' they finna talk again
I'm black and I'm proud of it, The District Columbia
Been dissed by a dozen niggas it never been out of there
I really was outchea, my shit was in madness
My shit was at all days on hope and with nausea
I'm local, I'm gossip
I'm global, you gossip
Too much on these blogs hoggin' your mama good WiFi
Ain't no bullshit, at least upgrade her to 5G if you gon' be there all mawf*cking week
Everything you want is right here, yeah
Everything you need is right here, yeah
Everything you dreamed of is right here, yeah, yeah
I'm right here, yeah, oh, yeah
