This part of Black Bond is too much for me to get past...i have to rewind this shyt every time he finishes this scheme.
I pull a string on the lamp, that shyt darkens
I'm livin' in an elegant Moroccan apartment
Proletarian chick sparkin'
Convo weak, and I don't really care for her jargon
Balcony is windy, lookin' at the stars and
Alchy on the Henny, woozy in the head, wobblin'
Gucci pillow on the bed, while she givin' noggin
Listenin' and trippin' off the Maxwell album
Thinkin' 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 bytch to hang around that fly shyt
Fine dining Olive Garden, naw bytch, 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 anonymous shyt I'm coppin'