Entourage

Yo, Uncle Madlib, you sick for this one

Yo, yo

My entourage, my chosen

Real ones, take 'em everywhere I go, son

When I travel 'round the globe

Gotta thank God for FaceTime, gotta keep in touch with my bros

Even the girls that I'm friends with

Not the ones who wanna get on the guest list

My wishlist is endless

But here's what your true friends wish

Your health, your wealth, your happiness

The ones who don't know the meaning of jealousness

Always got your front, always got your back

Make you feel like a MacBook, always stayin' ready for the hack

I'm not the type to go sayin' no names

I'm a video gamer, but ain't playin' no games

Somebody better tell 'em, stay in your lane

Everybody can win, stop messin' with your brain

Stop leanin' sideways, reposition your frame

To them envious ones, yo, this is so lame

Keep your real friends and family close

You know the ones that matter to you most

Them hateful ones, I can spot 'em every time

Starin', standin' there, actin' like a mime

I pay 'em no mind, ignore 'em, give 'em no time

Jump in the booth, spit it in a rhyme

So you can rewind, who knows, you could be blind

Who can truly be kind

In this day and age, just to engage

We out here creatin' our own history page

Some go through a learnin', listenin' phase

But this here, this here, this will be played

When knowledge battles wealth

I dedicate this to our futures, future version of ourself