The Friends & Strangers Wale

[Seinfeld Skit]

[Verse 1: Wale]
I keep my friends close, enemies on a leash like
Me and my haters is literally Siamese
I can define me but if I let my friends do it
They'd tell you I'm some bipolar, hard drug user
The J gets smaller, I'm loving my zone
Though surrounded by an entourage, I feel like I'm alone
A long way from normal, I try to keep it cordial
I made some new friends, meet recorder and touring
Shout out to my nigga, it's now for a nigga
Know some niggas back home ain't proud of a nigga
They don't see my vision, grown man mission
They all see my life from a childish position
I'm the mouth of the District, nobody work harder
My heart is in the monuments, saliva's is in the harbor
So tell me all my followers, am I wrong for barking?
Am I wrong for thinking I was better off in college?
At least I'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular
But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking
A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge
I do self evaluate, yeah, I know I've got some problems
Can't change who I am, I just try to get better
So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that
And you all will respect that