Right Here (Feat. Eric Bellinger)

Everything you want is right here right here Everything you need is right here, yeahhh Everything you dreamed of is right here I'm right here I'm right here Hey, let's get it though Wale Verse 1: Wale Baba Folarin, we'll half the press and double the talent What's a poet to rapper It's a shark to a scallop I'm the sharpest for sharpie talk, this indelible chatter My true love is my daughter, the shorty's way after Like way back there, not even same chapter And I ain't Catholic, I hail Mary then blaze after I'm a Lion they chasin', I think I'm Barry Sanders But I'm very confident with no block I still carry better Carry Hassadity bitches, I don't carry brothas I carry niggas with no morals, so carry weapons Go ask the industry who got intricate interviews Put my phone off an evenin', I bet that Billboard be real confused This is real influence boy, I'm the real boss When they was in they cap and gown, I was in The Source When they was graduatin', I was out in Glastonbury Openin' hunnid thousand was advocating for that performance That was Ronson, shout out to Rawson Lenny Santiago, Rich Kleiman, and Mr Carter A combination of mental issues, liquor, and ganja What a gift with these lyrics you hear Mr Folarin Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Wale Everything you want is right here right here And I'm on if you want some Everything you need is right here, yeahhh Everywhere you need is an OnStar Everything you dreamed of is right here I'm right here Bridge: Wale Fuck wit me, look Goodbye, yeah, for now, yeah, I'm found but I'm lost too 'Cause time is never right when you lost in your nostalgia Goodbye, yeah, for now, yeah, I'm found but I'm lost too 'Cause time is never right when you lost in nostalgia And your nostalgia So here's the thing, right Okay, yeah, see Verse 2: Wale Got my city with this hip-hop I'm truly infamous, you just did it to get clout Boy, you headin' out wit' yo little spot I shine different, my right wrist never tick-tock Sprint, spread love, or nigga kick rocks I swear fo' God, I'ma buy alot of 'em thick socks Y'all lunchin', apply pressure, they start duckin' you I am Debo, when I be leavin' they finna talk again I'm black and I'm proud of it, The District Columbia Been dissed by a dozen niggas it never been out of there I really was out here, my shit was in madness My shit was at all days on hope and with nausea I'm local, I'm godsend, I'm global, you gossip Too much on these blogs, hoggin' your mama good WiFi Ain't no bullshit, at least upgrade it to 5G if you gon' be there all motherfuckin' week Chorus: Eric Bellinger Everything you want is right here right here Everything you need is right here, yeahhh Everything you dreamed of is right here I'm right here