Make-up s** the only reason for her attitude
I'm thankful that she's horizontal, gratitude--latitude
We had a lot in common, She went to fashion school
I was tryna establish a clothing but then, rappings cool
Do what you have to do, sometimes you gotta shoot
For the moon, just to reach the stars, isn't that logical?
We'll take a Veneta, Ya, and that Prada too
I must acknowledge that I rarely ever come out my shoes
She got brains, and me bein' a scholar too
When she say "player" she gets no attention and the "two's"
She so fly, but so nympho-like
Bimbo-like, still get kimbo slice, CUT
Boyfriend number 3, her friends don't like
Tell them hoes to get a life, and then go dyke
For the opinions that they cast on your relationship
From my perspective its perceived to be some hater sh**
He on the latest sh**, "Oo girl he make me sick"
99 problems but not one of em a b**h
99 like roca wear fragrance is
99 I had my quarter ounce at 26
Know what that mean, them jordans are too nice
Catch her wild, hope she gimme the green light
I think she love me, thats what it seem like
By 04 I was livin my dream life
Well sort of..smokin out the QP
When we would role play, she'd act like a groupie
Paint a picture, rap like a movie
Perhaps I'll call my new CD, "Truthfully"
Or "The songs that I wrote between catchin' planes"
Or "Jesus just died and this the second day"
Or "Bye, its been real, I ain't never fake"
Or "Leave me the f** alone, I got a headache"
Any of these would be appropriate to re-appropriate
The morals that these rappers have destroyed
Ya show em the way
Their flows couldn't go toe to toe with my throw aways
Im in need of a light please, as J. Cole would say
I just copped an oz, Ima blow this whole O today
And because I'm so inspired I might do a whole tape
White widow, black mistress, rosay
We do it twice on slow days and take smoke breaks
Grind hard, I told you we were just alike
See I'm Star, and I'm talkin bout this chick I like
I know people don't really listen but if you wonderin'
Every time we finish s**in' she say come again
Ya she fine, ya she s**y, on a 1-10
Scale she a 110, a** out stomach in
I role over like, "I want you to meet my mom and them"
"Thats cool but when Im gonna meet stunna and them?"
Huh?
[Starlito Talking]
I ain't gonna lie, she was so fine I was like...sh**, tomorrow?
[Hook: J cole]