The Black Bond

The Black Bond

I pull a string on a lamp and sh*t darkens
Im living in an elegant Moroccan apartment
Proletarian chicks sparkin
Convo weak, and I dont 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

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 Im coppin
Ask her has she been around duffle bags
Full of that 'f*ck you cash'
Get off the jet with me in heels, Ill 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

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 inthe bus we fly better sh*t than Emirates
To Dubai, to the Chi, Im a crucial conflict
Heaven sent, cause a storm, typhoon flood you out
You are what a thug about? Im a f *ckin juggernaut
Never sleep, never tire, keep a freak I tie up
Who dont speak, she quiet
So I can think, conspire
On my feets (?), and sometimes sneakers
Wear ties at the Setai Miami time-pieces
Are from Zurich. Its like Im allergic
To non-oxidolic nine
Give it to you raw so you can feel it