Flat Out

[Intro] We find Clark Kent Mild mannered reporter for the Daily Planet Walking the streets From when out of nowhere his super hearing picks up... [Hook x4: Wale] What's your set 'bout Me and my niggas, we flat out [Verse 1: Wale] Told you niggas, "Do not fuck with us" Hope you niggas do not fuck with us You caught feelings cause I caught her attention She caught a flight after I caught a nut, whoa! Shoutout to my brothers, doe Quote me too You goin' make some haters when you love a ho Higher echelon, God bless my soul Profit of my infectious flow Pardon if my vocab ain't good But the school I was in ain't have no books These rap niggas never had me shook I am from a town that is ran by crooks Get the work from out of town for the money and the power Niggas steppin' on the powder like it's athlete foot Know y'all got come get at me first Little nigga better act your worth Understand niggas got to be heard Why the fuck niggas got to be herbs [Hook] [Verse 2: Trinidad James] I usually don't do freestyles Cause my style ain't free, nigga Fresh from head to toe I said fly from the feet up I said, you're looking for a real nigga Bitch, look up and you'll see us You lookin' for your bitch, nigga Don't look up, she with Jesus I said hallelujah, bitch pop the pussy So she raise her hands and pop the pussy I'm with Wale, that's MMG And that Molly make her go woo And that money make me show out My grind wasn't planned out I'm a real nigga, don't do handouts My mama crib my stashhouse In the Yeezy box, nigga oh Lawd Nigga Ziploc and my Concords Tell the Feds I don't give a fuck I'm the man now, I'm the man now And that's D.C. to the A town I said D.C. to the A town And when I flaunt, nigga, that's hands down But in D.C., they say flat out [Hook]