Don't Hold Your Applause

Don't hold your applause from me..



[Verse 1]

Inspired by women, n*ggas say that I treat em different

N*ggas be b*tches, hoes be b*tches, I don't see no difference

Shawty my aim is different, DC my English iffy

Solo I be but I'm on my feet, I got these angels with me

Tired of making money, I'm on to making history

F*ck how they feel, I keeps it realer than a documentary

Shit I be feeling like real n*ggas don't make it to 50

And I be feeling Malcolm, Martin, and Pac would defend me

I focus on chicken, my Corazon frigid

Don't trust no cheap rubbers, don't trust no dirty b*tches

Sippin' Moscato with models having exotic dishes

But it don't mean shit unless I know that my genre respected

I deserve praise, I deserve applause

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

It's all work, no days off

I'm on a great run, Wale Folarin



[Hook]

Make sure that they always talk of me

Make sure these b*tches in awe for me

Make sure to give them my all

And now they know that we on

Don't ever hold your applause for me

Don't ever hold your applause for me

Don't ever hold your applause for me

Don't ever hold your applause for me

And ay ay ay...

Don't ever hold your applause for me



[Verse 2]

GQ man of the year, Cudi Drizzy and me

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

When you winning obese, all your haters fatigued

Got me counting my blessings, it took me Haiti to see

When you rapping how you rapping, b*tches pack up and leave

When you rapping how I'm rapping, they fellatio free

I was pacing myself, hope you patient as me

Plus I got a lot, n*ggas ain't make it to see it

We black n*ggas with ambition, they gon' respect it

And I know I'm kinda vain, but what real n*gga isn't

I'm tryna style on some b*tches and keep it introspective

I'm tryna stun em like everybody was second guessed it

Wale



[Hook]