(Hit-Boy, G. Ry got me)Ayo, Hit-Boy, manI need to roll up some of that fonto you got, manI be seeing you smokingYo, how that I.E. weather?UhTilted brim like Goldie talkingPryor listening, my prior women had no remorseWhen they tried to end on no discourse, no discussionI’m all alone and all the people with the big hats on went homeSo what you gon’ do now, Goldie? Your bottom left youIt’s up to me and you, Goldie, through introspectionYou ain’t Goldie, you Nas, and my heart ain’t cold as it wasAnd I go through multiple love triangles over and over enoughI talk to my boxing trainer, he’s my logic explainerConversations through our combinationHe told me, “Stick and move,” and “Different rules apply to different women”Some women’s into licking womenSome women’s independent, some women want brothers who educatedSome women want Benz’s, leather seats that are perforatedSome do malevolent snake shitYo, you can miss me with that fake shit (Peace king)Dialogue superb, flyest cars on the curb, wordWhen I evolved, a higher God emerged reservedMore subtle, come from the stress and the struggleYoung then, obsessed in the bubble about itTook advantage if a woman allowed itOne of the foulest, some would say I was childish, money-drivenMischievous, I perceived it as livin’, gifts and ribbonsAny kisses on the lips was forbidden, I was on itShe curvy, then shorty was cornered, no worriesFor the naughty, it was higher performance, or was it really?The games that I was playin’ was sillySimilar to them days when I was packin’ that milly, it could’ve killed meCaution never crossin’ my mind, she callin’ cryin’Me, I’m more concerned why she ain’t fallin’ in line, was buggin’Grew a lot since they said I was stubbornGuess it’s real, even players need lovin’When you enamored by female companions, there’s no standardsOnce you hit and it switch the dynamics, that’s the damageReflectin’ on first impressions, what’s she expectin’?Why when men don’t follow directions, it’s deception?I was intrigued by fine women, I realized
Some were drop-dead gorgeous living a lieOblivious to beauty inside truly definesWill you walk with me or are you there for the ride?For better or worse, every blessing and curseUnderstand exotic sands come after the dirtI was dealing since adolescentThinking my girl was my possession, I stand correctedIt takes understanding and affectionTime is money, I need growth for my investmentI don’t like attention unless it’s a womanWith majestic grace like an empress in EssenceLet’s just chill, catch vibes in the grillCelebratin’, many of us never made it (Haha)Whatever brings you down won’t elevate you (Uh)Like a real one beside you is very graciousIll Na Na top five, nigga, dead or aliveNigga or bitch, Firm mafiosa shitAyo, Esco, name a bitch fuckin’ with meDid a bullet, came home, Brooklyn gave me the keyNo cap though, facts though, nigga, that’s really rap, thoughLike really though, my nigga, she really back thoughLike really though, my nigga, she really rap thoughIn my lowski lotion, niggaGot my wooskies locin’, niggaComme de Garçons loafers on my posters, Firm la familiaFirst lady, nigga, Bonnie for realPussy power like Tasha pushed Tommy to kill, uhBlack Sheba, Philipp Plein on a sneakerLow in a two-seater, bitch, I spits etherI’m saying my salaams, what up?Got my three guys with me, so ladies, keep it a buckLa familiaLife (Life)Everything comes back around full circle (Yup)(Miss me with that…)What up, Hit-Boy? One of my favorites (Ooh)Yeah, you know what the fuck this is (What it is?)King shit, Firm BizMastered this, no alternativeClassic shit, that’s affirmativeHa, got me out here on my first-degree murder shitStretch marks from this art, gave birth to thisAnd I stand by every word of thisMalcolm X with a check, close curtains, bitchYeah