rooftop what's gon' break my fall I think I might I go on and on forever I Think his could go on and on forever I wanna walk into the store Ill take everything and
I think I might go on and on forever I think this could go on and on forever I wanna walk into the store I'll take everything and more Travel 'round the
on and on on and on i wanna walk into the store buy everything and more i wanna walk around the world places i ain't been before i might go on and on on and
on your move Live free, live free, live free Homie live free, live free They gunna try to tell you no Shatter all your dreams But you gotta get up and go And
shit about the everyday grind Time is money and money is time They tell me get there at five but I'm running behind I try and live a little go and have
good right now, little bit of money make the boy pipe down Thinking I could fall thinking about my style on the stage Looking at the big high crowd They go insane when I run out on
Verse 2:] I turn my phone on silent I need to get away Turn on Jcool warm up and let it play I thank god for blessing me with life every day And to my
the cereal king And everything better if you relax and and chill So my seat back for weed naps, we need that, for real I took my heart and put it all
on and on on and on i wanna walk into the store buy everything and more i wanna walk around the world places i ain't been before i might go on and on on
' whale, but my name Wale Hoes call me 'Mr. Never Wear The Same Thang' You redundant, you never ever change And I'm the same way, MIA And me, Cool, and
into the kill zone, baby, it's on I pack the twin nine mills that'll lift your dome Chrome pump with double eyed slots and such A fully-auto Mac-dime
way Oh no, me flow so dark and me hat so low Me never ever ask to become solo Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold Me so cold (Me come and say) [
raised a fucking thug Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk And it get me to the life of funk driver store's thug On the other ridges feeling
-eight-seven That's how it is and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat Mission, to check a mill and still be real Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on
in the hill with my mind on mill Piece of chain swingin?, bank roll, shiny grill Baby, I got million dollar dreams with my mind on cream I?m in that mean green machine, clean on
holes and pissy elevators I went from playing the same block to Bangkok So I can get money between raindrops And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week And
Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty [Chorus 1 - Nelly] I - am - number one, no matter if you like it Here take it sit down and write it I - am - number one
