Chanel Pearls (with Jill Scott)

Yeah, let me see that lighter
Uh

Cuttin' through in the Rolls
Draco on the seat, I hope I'm makin' it home
Head on a swivel, I always stay on my toes
The ones you love most wanna know what your safe really hold

No morals in the streets now, n- breakin' the code
Smoke a blunt of pressure, this fame is takin' its toll
I'm thankful ain't no shows, I need a break from the road
Put n- in position, they still ungrateful, it shows

It's f- up my energy, sh- is makin' me cold
My life a series of drama just like them HBO shows
When I die, I'm goin' out like the pharaoh, drape me in gold
I'm still gon' run this sh- 'til I'm 80 old
They realizin' lately, I'm the one that's been takin' control

Private table, Carbones when we leave Miami Beach
And I brought sand to beach, your kiss taste like a can of peaches
You got that sh- on you, you killin' them, that's just Annalise
You about to get away with murder, you my Annalise

Got you the bust down Carti', that's 30 bands at least
Chanel pearls, Chanel bag, hold that Lambo' key
You always held me down, you knew me back when I ran the street
Back when if you wanted some weight then I was the man to see

Back when I was trappin' with a scale and some paraphernalia
Now when I'm buyin' drip, I get measured and tailored
My accomplishments, some of my day ones never was there for
I just realized they feel like my success is their failure

Yeah, you wanna be a boss, you be resilient when pressure gon' build up
Some n- gon' have issues with you and never gon' tell you

We, we, uh
We fill the Buffalo night skies with our minds and sativa
I was your lady, your confidant, your sugar thighs, your sole believer
I know you (I know you), so I never trip
F- the lil' girls that you hit, waitin' for the change they might get

They wanted that high life from all the monster stones that you chip
All the lil' baggies you bag, and all the corners you sit
Intense, some would call it symbiotic
Different, and every part is simple intent

Why I f- with you most was the you that I get
It was the rhymes that you spit, your confidence and the dick
While we stayed close, we wasn't monolithic
My lane taught you some game, you got me nice with a blick

In that apartment on May Street
You played Wu and Ella Fitzgerald, I read Nietzsche, you let me sleep
Woke me up with a big ass s- to eat some p-
More than close, more than kinky, more than love, I know you feel me

Even in the Taliban
A pen in our hands, lyrical artisans
You'll never know the whole plan
You'll never know

Even in the Taliban
A pen in our hands, lyrical artisans
You'll never know the whole plan
You'll never know, no