Ivie (Nightmare Mix)

A little fairy tale before I lie that ass down
Once upon a time there was a princess from uptown
The third of three girl but the first one styling
Her mama came from Nigeria on political asylum
From humble beginning to nothing but winning she stepped
And every single one she took she bled, sweat, and wept
This shit ain’t folklore I saw with my own four
Felt with my own hands and heard shorty roar
Atlas holding the world on his shoulders was not a man
But this young woman with a pen pad and a plan
Holding it down for the fam, there ain’t no doing what she can
She better break through, there ain’t no take, twos
She caught me lack
Felonious as fuck and she talk to cats
Took a nigga heart then she walked with that
Nah I really wanted mami so I offered that, took a course for that
So now I’m the only nigga that’s knowledgeable about her
And I’m lit, because I know enough to never doubt her
Sometimes individuals turn out to be the key
And I guarantee that some of it rubbed off on me, Ivie

I took the queue from Michael Jackson on remember the times
I was writing her a letter but instead I wrote a rhyme
& when I go platinum she getting a plaque with her name
Cause ever since I met her it’s nothing but flame
First full conversation, nothing but game
First time between her thighs, nothing but brain
You gotta show appreciation when you get what you prayed for
And if you love somebody, never try to play it off
Every night, she would be sitting
At the computer contextualizing the times we live in
At any point she’ll take a break or a bath
Maintaining all her journalistic integrity with her sexy ass
Every day the whole city be her runway
Like I’m in the booth? She got a photoshoot
Different beast, same animal
I’m in the crowd winking at her while she’s speaking on a panel
The driver of my Beamer, holder of my nine
My ghetto Queen of Sheba, the coffee to my fuckin creamer
I told niggas that I love Ivie
But she love when I say it in my own gangsta way, uh

It’s telepathic at this point, I ain’t gotta talk with you
For the streets, I’m massaging your feet to walk with you
The temperature 200 whenever we got together
You make it Hot, like coppin leathers in tropical weather
I’m talkin way before it got sexual
I had to prove my mind to her, the intellectual
And while she ain’t the first black woman to graduate from NYU
Whenever they say that they did it she could say I did it too
And I’ll be right behind her beautiful ass, testifying
& If I gotta give my life for the bitch, then I’m dying
I never wonder where she been all my life but that
Pussy to kill for, so I sacrifice
I wish that I could throw a parade for every accolade
By Ivie the hardest working woman in the business
Hustling every second I ain’t see her in a minute
But I bet she get the message no cap no gimmicks
I’m not even finished with what I’m getting at
I’ve needed a medic in the present Her whole aesthetic coming gift wrapped
I got rap fame, journalism was her game
So I’ll always be lyrical when I’m speaking her name
Ivie nigga