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Wale Lyrics for Song: 88
 Lyrics for Album: The Gifted [2013]
 
 
 
 4826>[Intro]
 
 Yeah
 
 So it's on me
 
 So it's on me
 
 So it's on me
 
 I copped threes for the whole team
 
 So it's on me
 
 I copped threes for the whole team
 
 Now we at the top
 
 MJ, 88, and I ain't ever gonna stop
 
 
 
 [Verse 1: Wale]
 
 Carolina blue kicks,
 
 Hottest nigga on your block
 
 I ain't J.R. Rider but them wolves coming for my spot
 
 From the percentage of youngins winning without no college
 
 I'm in my Laneys but nothing JV about this balling
 
 I lost my deal, got with Will he seen a nigga genius
 
 My rapping skills is on Chapel Hill but you ain't see it
 
 Eyes low, pyro
 
 Grape swisher, my 5's on
 
 My opposition decline slow
 
 My J's straight out of China like they be Kiro
 
 Shout out to Tyga but my squad Balenciaga
 
 One of the rarest in flyest niggas to rep the chocolate
 
 It was all a dream, it was all a dream
 
 Never Michael Jeffrey in 17s, I'm staying with my team
 
 No bullshit loyalty rare
 
 And don't worry 'bout it shawty we here
 
 
 
 [Hook]
 
 So it's on me!
 
 I copped threes for the whole team
 
 Now we at the top
 
 MJ, 88, and I ain't ever coming down
 
 Work
 
 So it's on me
 
 I copped threes for the whole team
 
 Now we at the top
 
 MJ 88 and I ain't ever comin down
 
 Work
 
 And the people say
 
 And the people say
 
 
 
 [Verse 2]
 
 Groupies everywhere, I'm mentally prepared
 
 I got a black and red joint, I bet they thinking bred
 
 They tryna see me fail
 
 Just know my thinking and my sneakers rare
 
 Get that Chi-Town love, I'm in Leaders gear
 
 Bet they got they pom-poms up
 
 Soon as I see O'Hare Seven,
 
 I make a damn movie fooly
 
 I been the dookie
 
 Tthese rappers is Sam Bowie to me
 
 I was a Bowie student
 
 It wasn't really nothing
 
 That's why I kicked it and blew grass like Boise punter
 
 This is no Space Jam
 
 I'm out the globe stunting
 
 I'm a one man band, I prolly Jordan 1 em
 
 And all my singles golden
 
 I will not forfeit, this my defining moment you know
 
 Seven Eleven, yea I got 'em open
 
 Eleven pair of 7s, they touching my rap touring
 
 It was all a dream, it was all a dream
 
 And when I'm 45, do it like I'm 23
 
 And premature, tell me I'm wrong if a nigga swing I feel it jack
 
 I was just waiting 'til the sixth ring
 
 
 
 [Hook until end]
 
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