The Black Bond

I pull a string on a lamp and sh*t darkens

I'm living in an elegant Moroccan apartment

Proletarian chicks sparkin'

Convo weak, and I don't really care for her jargon

Balcony is windy, looking at the stars and

I be on the Henny woozy in the head, wobblin'

Gucci pillow on the bed while she giving noggin

Listening and tripping off the Maxwell album

Thinking I should leave to a European island

Bristol or Spain, bring a book about Stalin

Dinner serenaded with a violin

But shorty not qualified to be took to that kind of outing

Gotta be a fly b*tch to hang around that fly sh*t

Fine dining, Olive Garden

Nah b*tch, Nas is in the real deal food spots on the constant

Pick the right wine, a Chianti to wash it

Lifestyle encompasses top notch watches

Rolexes, synonymous sh*t I'm coppin'

Ask her has she been around duffle bags

Full of that "f*ck you cash"

Get off the jet with me in heels, I'll cup your ass

Lookin' in my eyes sayin' "Nas, you one lucky bastard"

Grip your clutch, you get finger f*cked in the passenger

I hit the Dutch, blow smoke out, music and laughter

See us in the coupe flying past ya

Lyrics by rain

Esco, dress code, it changes

Harrods in England

Back to the star spangled labels in my closet hanging

Counting wonder in the tundra

Get humbled but disgruntled when I come through, confront ya

Let nothing slide, sly remarks

You must wanna die, but you frontin' wild

When we all know you pumpkin pie

When we in the bus we fly better sh*t than Emirates

To Dubai, to the Chi, I'm a crucial conflict

Heaven sent, cause a storm, typhoon flood you out

You are what a thug about? I'm a f*ckin' juggernaut

Never sleep, never tire, keep a freak I tie up

Who don't speak, she quiet

So I can think, conspire

On my feet's (?), and sometimes sneakers

Wear ties at the Setai Miami time-pieces

Are from Zurich. It's like I'm allergic

To non-oxidolic nine

Give it to you raw so you can feel it

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