BlackDiBiase
Superstar
not a moment went pass, i didnt picture our path,
benz plaid, crush on all on lane in them trucks, the highlander way
and your frame, light butter pecan, no name worth speaking
if its misleading me away from your gaze, i'd volunteer for the grave
if theres no day to wait, on you, even in an igloo i'm cold chillin
hiphop boy making millions, from chameleons schemes back of buildings
where narcs trap dreams, and the paper still on the malevolent
but that press you wont have to read, just strawberry cream, bubble baths
and tonnes of cash, out of london estates, and breakbeats to make cake
sing the echo, diana ross handling medals, glad this our knight,
motown karoeke mic, and i aint to proud to beg, wine or keg, i dont give a shizer,
government tearing down highrisers,
where your pops nurtured your touch and im grateful like the days of hezus, in the mean cutie
my times are heavy duty, in the trench for pure flip,
leaving the streets with cuba gooding finger prints, show me the money
i didnt show them shyt, just merc xls for my main wiz
and the bidness, just to smother you in silk linen across an ocean breeze
pure devotion i've seen, to be the duo matching ralph polo,
aquatic hallways in the home tho, with the octopuss couple sharks piranhas in the fountain we still counting,
couple darts for the chart
off block smarts and navigating through dark, with just the clipper light
and the will of an isrealite, they mad you light like off the wall mike
but it dont matter to me, hilary or ashley, we lasting in love,
winter walks feeding ducks, light frost on the road i pick you up,
and strut all the way for supper, tuck in we dont need the hustling
we steady level, womack and labelle now that weve found love
zilch up for sale
