Roof The 45 King (Ft. Wale)

[Hook: Unknown]
This is how we run it down the line
You rock your way and I rock mine
You got eight balls and I got nine
If you okay, well then I'm fine
This is how we run it down the line
You rock your way and I rock mine
You got eight balls and I got nine
If you okay, well then I'm fine

[Verse 1: Wale]
As the image of 'Pac still reigns in the face of the culture
The game change quick like it's modeling and couture
Although pure, I'm tainted with the image
My presence official; Mama knew that I'd be gifted
Now, unwrapped to run rap, the untapped
Market, this is Brita come and get your glass
I'm kicking raps; I'm taking names
I make currency out of worrying, for surely I can make it rain
I'm simply saying that I can't care less
Their aim's so plain to a lyrical air-jet
Delirious, they are, having a world with words
Their disturbing the church, the great god of the metaphor
The hallelujah, the righter of the writer movement
Disciple students, I provide the tutoring
You can't f with it, you're knew to this
No, you can't f with it like a neutered pet