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]