My Boy
WALE ft J. Cole Lyrics

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Count me in, Cole
Right here?
Nah, not yet
Yeah, bounce, bounce
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy
Yeah, right here?
Ay, look, uh, yo, ok

Concrete since day one
Ain't no time to make up
Ain't no top on that hoop
Like baby, word to A cup
Thank you for your services, invoicing all my haters
Be sure to leave your armor and your woman penetrated
I give her back, I hate her
Poof, get outta here
I say congratulations, your old lady renovated
You niggas lazy, my boy
Why you hatin', my guy?
You bought her Commes des Garçons
She come and play with your heart
I'm far from a popular artist, one of the hardest, no less
And I saw your woman, I call her low like a Cardigan sweater

Call her whatever you want
I got my revenue up
In Beverly Hills, my ceilings like the Beverly brothers, oh
Since day one, Folarin been the same one
I came up in them go-gos most of them was afraid of
Now kill moe, say that
Now kill moe, say that
But when your wheel is a fortune, you ne'er gotta say jack
Don't be talking too much
These niggas copy too much
These niggas cardio crazy
Chasing clout must be tough
Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up

I raise my hands and raise your family's casualties up, I'm faded
I'm playing
These niggas don't be no gangster, they be paying it, yeah
Extortion ain't dead, it just moved to the county
Shoot 'em out the S-class, I guess you don't see the problem
I know every who and who and every who that I'm around
And what you call a piece of mind, I call a picture for a bounty
Hold up, yeah
I'm in my luggage, in my luggage
Hold up, boy
I'm on the runway like I'm Jackie, hold up
Prolific, really be living my lyrics
So tell me, who did it this big and who ain't 'bout to slow up?

My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy
My boy
My boy, my boy, my boy

Who gon' bring my crown to me? (Yeah)
And who won' try to fuck with me? (Ay)
Faded off the brown (brown)
She can't get enough of me (ay)
I don't play around ('round)
Ain't got that type of luxury (yeah)
Bitches going down (down)
And ain't no catching up to me

Yeah, stepped in the building with my vibe on a million
Slide on the beat like, "my God, I'm so brilliant"
All other rappers, put your pride to the side
Try collide with the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob
You's a fraud, you's a thorn in my side
I'm a knife in your back, I'm that turn of the knob on the door
When the boy from the corner come rob you
And tie you up to something, now, stop with all that frontin'
That big money talk should be reserved for those that got it
But when you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it
That's why I hear that capping on your raps and highly doubt it

The game too crowded
I'm 'bout to get all the way the fuck up out it
No if's, and's or but's about it
Thirty mil' on a deal depending on how the tour was routed
I seen your watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you used to fugazi shit
Fake it 'til you make it-type, I shoot through you crazy with
Hollow tips, no holler backs, just hotter raps
I gotta black to make sure every dirty dollar stacked
Y'all aiming for the stars, bitch, I'm aiming at your starter cap

Run, nigga, run like a fucking black quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to hear me is pivotal
I will bury you niggas and come and air out your funeral
Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals
IV's, IV's
It's the reason why nobody try me, try me
Have a nigga screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me? Cole did me grimy"
"He took it too far, he treat them bullets like they Siamese"
Back to back, I clap like that's a wrap, but
No video shoots, just hoodies and boots
Putting your troops in pine boxes
I blew a million on white tees and Calvin Klein boxers
This nigga silly

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy, say word!

Who gon' bring the crown? (My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy)
And who won' try to fuck with me? (My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy)
Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me (my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy)
I don't play around, don't got that type of luxury (my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy)
Bitches going down, her body catching up to me (my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy)

Who gon' bring my crown? (Crown)
And who won' try to fuck with me? (Ay)
Faded off the brown (brown), she can't get enough of me (ay)
I don't play around ('round), ain't got that type of luxury (yeah)
Bitches going down, it ain't no catching up to me

Who gon' bring my crown? (Crown)
And who won' try to fuck with me? (Ay)
Faded off the brown (brown), she can't get enough of me (ay)
I don't play around ('round), ain't got that type of luxury (yeah)
Bitches going down, it ain't no catching up to me

Who gon' bring my crown?
And who won' try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, and she can't get enough of me

I don't play around ('round), don't got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain't no catching up to me

Overall Meaning

The song “My Boy” by Wale ft J. Cole talks about the rappers’ experiences and success in the music industry, as well as their confidence in their abilities. The song starts with Wale and J. Cole discussing their collaboration and preparing to start rapping. Wale then starts the verse by describing his confidence and persistence since the beginning of his career, despite facing obstacles and haters. He also thanks his haters for motivating him to succeed in the industry.

J. Cole follows up with a verse describing his success and wealth, as well as his disregard for fake artists in the industry. He raps about his experience in the game, calling out those who he believes are fake and challenging anyone to come at him. He also raps about the violence in the industry and the consequences of crossing him.

Line by Line Meaning

Count me in, Cole
Include me in your plans, Cole

Right here?
Are you asking if I'm present?

Nah, not yet
No, I'm not ready yet

Yeah, bounce, bounce
Yes, let's bounce and have a good time

My boy, my boy
My friend, my friend

Concrete since day one
Steadfast and reliable since the beginning

Ain't no time to make up
No time to waste or procrastinate

Ain't no top on that hoop
There is no limit or barrier to success

Like baby, word to A cup
Just like a small cup size, insignificant or unimportant

Thank you for your services, invoicing all my haters
Acknowledging the negative people but not letting them affect me

Be sure to leave your armor and your woman penetrated
Letting go of your defenses and allowing vulnerability

I give her back, I hate her
Returning a romantic partner whom I dislike

Poof, get outta here
Disappear or leave

I say congratulations, your old lady renovated
Mocking someone for their partner's infidelity

You niggas lazy, my boy
You guys are lazy, my friend

Why you hatin', my guy?
Why are you being jealous or envious, my friend?

You bought her Commes des Garçons
You bought expensive fashion items for her

She come and play with your heart
She manipulates and plays with your emotions

I'm far from a popular artist, one of the hardest, no less
I am not widely recognized, but I am still one of the most skilled

And I saw your woman, I call her low like a Cardigan sweater
I saw your partner, and I consider her to be of low value

Call her whatever you want
You can refer to her by any derogatory term

I got my revenue up
I have increased my income

In Beverly Hills, my ceilings like the Beverly brothers
In my luxurious lifestyle, my ceilings are as high as those in Beverly Hills mansions

Since day one, Folarin been the same one
Since the beginning, I have remained true to myself

I came up in them go-gos most of them was afraid of
I grew up in dangerous environments that others feared

Now kill moe, say that
Now eliminate the negative energy and affirm your actions

But when your wheel is a fortune, you ne'er gotta say jack
When you are financially successful, you don't need to boast

Don't be talking too much
Don't speak excessively

These niggas copy too much
These individuals imitate others excessively

These niggas cardio crazy
These individuals are excessively focused on popularity and fame

Chasing clout must be tough
Seeking social status must be challenging

Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up
I wrote a successful song that has garnered attention and criticism

I raise my hands and raise your family's casualties up, I'm faded
I take responsibility for the harm caused by my actions although I am intoxicated

I'm playing
I'm joking or not being serious

These niggas don't be no gangster, they be paying it, yeah
These individuals are not genuinely tough, they just pretend and pay for it

Extortion ain't dead, it just moved to the county
Illegal practices like extortion still exist, they are just hidden

Shoot 'em out the S-class, I guess you don't see the problem
Harming others from a luxury car, you are blind to the consequences

I know every who and who and every who that I'm around
I am aware of the people I associate with and their connections

And what you call a piece of mind, I call a picture for a bounty
What you consider peace of mind, I see as an opportunity for profit

Hold up, yeah
Wait a moment, yes

I'm in my luggage, in my luggage
I am consumed by my own problems or thoughts

Hold up, boy
Wait a moment, friend

I'm on the runway like I'm Jackie, hold up
I am on the path to success, just like Jackie Robinson

Prolific, really be living my lyrics
I am genuinely living and experiencing what I write about

So tell me, who did it this big and who ain't 'bout to slow up?
Tell me, who has achieved this level of success and is not going to stop?

Who gon' bring the crown to me?
Who will bring me the symbol of victory and power?

And who won' try to fuck with me?
And who will not attempt to challenge or harm me?

Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me
Intoxicated on alcohol, she desires and craves my presence

I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury
I don't waste time, I can't afford to be idle

Bitches going down, and ain't no catching up to me
Others are failing and I am surpassing them

Yeah, stepped in the building with my vibe on a million
I entered the establishment with an extremely confident and positive energy

Slide on the beat like, 'my God, I'm so brilliant'
Dominating and excelling on the instrumental track with great skill

All other rappers, put your pride to the side
Other rappers should set their egos aside

Try collide with the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob
If you oppose our group, you will be defeated and destroyed

You's a fraud, you's a thorn in my side
You are a fake and a nuisance in my life

I'm a knife in your back, I'm that turn of the knob on the door
I am the one who will betray and deceive you

When the boy from the corner come rob you
When someone from the neighborhood comes to steal from you

And tie you up to something, now, stop with all that frontin'
And restrain you, so stop pretending or acting tough

That big money talk should be reserved for those that got it
Only individuals with genuine wealth should boast about it

But when you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it
But when you truly have wealth, you don't feel the need to brag

That's why I hear that capping on your raps and highly doubt it
That's why I hear your false claims in your music and don't believe them

The game too crowded
The music industry is oversaturated

I'm 'bout to get all the way the fuck up out it
I am about to leave the industry completely

No if's, and's or but's about it
No hesitation or excuses, it is definite

Thirty mil' on a deal depending on how the tour was routed
Thirty million dollars from a contract, influenced by the tour scheduling

I seen your watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded
I saw your watch when you first gained success, it was fake or of low quality

Which means, you used to fugazi shit
Which means, you used to wear or own counterfeit or fake items

Fake it 'til you make it-type, I shoot through you crazy with
You pretended to be successful until you became successful, but I see through your act

Hollow tips, no holler backs, just hotter raps
Powerful and impactful lyrics, leaving no room for response

I gotta black to make sure every dirty dollar stacked
I have a pistol to ensure that I accumulate money through any means necessary

Y'all aiming for the stars, bitch, I'm aiming at your starter cap
You guys have high aspirations, but I am aiming to eliminate your potential

Run, nigga, run like a fucking black quarterback
Escape quickly, just like a black quarterback evading tackles

Stereotypical, but to hear me is pivotal
Although it may conform to stereotypes, it is crucial to listen to me

I will bury you niggas and come and air out your funeral
I will defeat and humiliate you, even attending your funeral to further assert my dominance

Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals
Your friends will be injured and carried out on stretchers next to the numbers representing their lives

IV's, IV's
Intravenous drips to keep them alive

It's the reason why nobody try me, try me
This is why nobody dares to challenge or provoke me

Have a nigga screaming, 'Lord, why me? Why me? Cole did me grimy'
The person will be crying out to God, questioning why they were targeted and accusing J. Cole of mistreating them

'He took it too far, he treat them bullets like they Siamese'
The person claims that J. Cole went too far and treated the bullets used on them as inseparable

Back to back, I clap like that's a wrap, but
One after another, I fire gunshots, as if it's the end of a movie scene

No video shoots, just hoodies and boots
No fancy music videos, I am focused on the streets

Putting your troops in pine boxes
Killing your associates and burying them in coffins

I blew a million on white tees and Calvin Klein boxers
I impulsively spent a million dollars on basic white t-shirts and expensive underwear

This nigga silly
This person is foolish or ridiculous

Who gon' bring my crown?
Who will bring me the symbol of victory and power?

And who won' try to fuck with me?
And who will not attempt to challenge or harm me?

Faded off the brown, and she can't get enough of me
Intoxicated on alcohol, she desires and craves my presence

I don't play around, don't got that type of luxury
I don't waste time, I can't afford to be idle

Bitches going down, her body catching up to me
Others are failing and I am surpassing them

Who gon' bring my crown?
Who will bring me the symbol of victory and power?

And who won' try to fuck with me?
And who will not attempt to challenge or harm me?

Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me
Intoxicated on alcohol, she desires and craves my presence

I don't play around, don't got that type of luxury
I don't waste time, I can't afford to be idle

Bitches going down, it ain't no catching up to me
Others are failing and I leave no chance for them to catch up