Heads up, n***a Wale Play it back Emile Off jump, boo, cudi get ya funk Hit ya in your head then it work it to your rump Hate a n***a scared, hey leave him off stump They gotta like a n***a Call me Obama Not a hype beast while you beast for the hype Yea I'm the underdog, story of my life Matter fact I dreamed that I lived twice Once as a slave who imagined bein' free And made it out happy for his family and his seed And now me, you can call me mister friendly One life to live, but no actin' on my n***a Friendy Can't stand evil bitches when they befriend me All they do is envy and plot up on my loins I give you options, baby flip a coin You get McDonalds, forget the sirloin Hatin' my mackin', they askin' Is there any love In this world? Is there any love In this world? Is there any love In this world of voice? Is there any love In this world?
writers: OLUBOWALE AKINTIMEHIN, PAUL JAMES ZAZA, DANIEL TREVOR, MARK HASSELBACH, EMILE HAYNIE, SCOTT MESCUDI
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