The Right One (Explicit)-Wale/Hit-Boy

IntroWhether it's your broad or your niggas Just make sure you know what I'm sayin' You always surround yourself by the right variety HookThose niggas, yo niggas, hope them niggas real as mine Those niggas, yo niggas, hope them niggas real as mine Verse 1: WaleAnd I walk light, like rolled ankles and don't save 'em A couple blunts got me buzzin' like multiple hit singles Rose from out the pavement, assaulted by nature Now these jokers hate me like I posterize a Laker Ok Folarin ain't a house nigga It's real in the field, ain't dealin' with you house niggas **** 'em all, **** 'em all, they all ain't authentic I'm givin' out a few bars, this **** a short sentence Short and simple, be good with your people Be greater with God, know the government lethal I tend to be in tinted vehicles every few evenings But even if my ceiling missing niggas still couldn't see me Ok you ****in' with the right one Not the type by your side soon as the light come I'm talkin them who got it in when we ain't had nothin' Before I share cake with a snake, I treat myself to crumbs Verse 2: Hit-BoyI watch niggas speak on niggas like this industry cold So I'm bundled up for winter cuz this industry cold Niggas want to walk in your shoes, but ain't got the soul I'm James Brown with a beat, got the feelin' I'm on So here I stand cuz this money comes with amnesia When you the man understand every fan needs ya Stay out the way Diplo, cuz I'm mad decent When your friends turn foe, angels amass demons But still my halo low, ain't talkin' Anaheim All this time that I sacrifice in the dark alone tryna get that light Be a disappointment if I ain't get right But with his annointment I be on that flight Still findin' hoes that I can bone at night I admit, I be on that hype Thanking God I'm the lord of my own vices Overcharged like the stores still ignore prices Cuz in memories rear view I couldn't ball like this I was the Bulls in '94, I was so mic-less