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Fat Trel

"The Deep End"

[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, f*ck it, let 'em drown
If it's f*ck me, it's f*ck you too

[Hook: Wale]
Let 'em drown, let 'em drown, let 'em drown
Keep no squares in the circle so it's real n*ggas 'round
One more time, let 'em drown, let 'em drown
May you never back down, real n*ggas back in style
Comin' through, if it's f*ck me, it's f*ck you too
Comin' through, if it's f*ck me, it's f*ck you too
If it's f*ck me, it's f*ck you

[Verse 1: Wale]
Said Folarin's with the sh*ts
No more sorry for these suckas, tell 'em all, "Suck a di*k"
Off the real, man retarded with the spittin'
Bumped Tha Carter 2 in college, tryna find a few positions
Yeah I'm good, with the field, with the b*tches
Every class had a ten in it so ask my attendance
Hundred n*ggas, sucka n*ggas, sneak dissin', cool our people too
But I'm too cool for beef with n*ggas, just use that to speak to you
But truthfully who are these n*ggas? Like really, who are you n*ggas?
Wal-Mart is hiring but they're tryna be Target n*ggas
Watch how you're talkin', boy I'm a boss, you just bossy, n*gga
Sugar that's in your tank, why you so salty, n*gga
Pardon the posture, come from reclining with model b*tches
Not as in this music, Boosa pull up and put hollows in 'em
Hallelujah, damn, let 'em drown
Tend the blood, lil n*gga, wipe 'em down
I be with bangers, Meatchi & 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 f*ck n*ggas f*cked up, I f*ck their b*tch, I might never call
Since n*ggas love actin' I had them casting 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 receiving
Be by them people deceivin', lyin', they triflin', n*gga
My young b*tch spoon with yah just to knife up a n*gga
Would you lie? Would you lie?

[Hook: Wale]
Let 'em drown, let 'em drown, let 'em drown
Keep no squares in the circle so it's real n*ggas 'round
One more time, let 'em drown, let 'em drown
May you never back down, real n*ggas back in style
Comin' through, if it's f*ck me, it's f*ck you too
Comin' through, if it's f*ck me, it's f*ck you too
If it's f*ck me, it's f*ck you

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Don't talk about it, be about it
Call me Hush Money Push, you can read about it
My portfolio cause Polio
Under the hood like a rodeo
Inside like Rodeo
The owner is the model so the model sign the payroll (Yuugh)
Follow me, n*ggas
Nah, f*ck that, model me, n*ggas
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
Can't put my stamp on the CoCo
Rather be with Wale in a gogo
DMV shinin' like it's Soul Glo

[Hook: Wale]
Let 'em drown, let 'em drown, let 'em drown
Keep no squares in the circle so it's real n*ggas 'round
One more time, let 'em drown, let 'em drown
May you never back down, real n*ggas back in style
Comin' through, if it's f*ck me, it's f*ck you too
Comin' through, if it's f*ck me, it's f*ck you too
If it's f*ck me, it's f*ck you

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