Rhyme N Reason Wale (Ft. Tre of UCB)

[Verse 1: Wale]
See it's sorta like the beat cryin'
Better it than me cryin', keep quiet
The red head step-son of the industry
I'm in, rap fans meet Ron Howard
Far from an Opie
Mind like the sword of Shinobi
But a 9th rappers can't clone me
A little more Talib less Jay-Z
A little less Nasir more AZ
A little more Consequence than Kanye
The underdog from the underground, Wale
You don't know about the box that they put me in
Sank a pair of sins every time they say my name
You see I seen the lane, that I had to take
Underground nigga, pop fan base
Stop that saying, I ain't cop out man
I'm hip-hop still, I do pop champagne
Still holla at the broads who the fattest
Get over on the broads who in awe of my status
Force is a habit
Jaws to the floor when I'm rappin'
Now I got support from the masses
Of course when there's capital the haters come after
That's why the court's cryin' and I'm laughin'
They gonna keep blogin', I am and not chattin'
Think Barack got it bad, try bein' a rapper
Ya dig?