Chanel Pearls (with Jill Scott)

Lyrics for 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