[Verse 1]
Everything I do
Premeditated, educated
Young black man
Who don't make a move not calculated
Patience for the girl I dated
Never liked it, but she understand
The life's still in the hoes
That come up, witness that
How real is that
Y'all niggas act like y'all never got pussy
I hope all fake motherfuckers overlook me
Soon, all show promoters gonna have to book me
Get my niggas out the city
Give them out of state pussy
My momma told me, boy, live your dream
My older cousins told me
Boy, go and get your cream
So that's what I'mma do
Cop the loot, that's well plotted on
Chillin' in the pool
This is true
What you wanna do is
?
When I get that ass
Of that chick I always wanted
Back then, she always fronted
See, honeys come, honeys go
Cheddar make her wetter
Since I'm gettin' both
I can name nothin' better
Motherfucker
[Hook]
You know I keep those
Silk sheets for my honeys too
Sheets, silk sheets for my honeys too
Sheets
[Verse 2]
Every since a youngin', I've been pushin' pens
Lookin' inside my mind
Thinkin' of emotion to place in a rhyme
Replacin' dimes, arguments, had no time
Told my ex I had the Koran(?)
And dreams longer than a part time job
Fuck that, I rap, push tracks
Everything I put in
You know, make it back
What's that, flippin' dreams
Yessir, nah mean
Won't be satisfied 'til all my niggas eat
I swear, I see it all comin'
Chillin' in the valley
From the mountain top, I'm runnin'
I remember playin' my first songs in the studio
And all the fake niggas gave daps and kept they heads low
But now everything is changed
They seein' my potential and ability for fame
I wrote my dreams down
Next day, got it framed
So one day, I can say
Look how far we came
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And silk sheets for my honeys
A metaphor for quality I keep, and it's funny
I was raised to be parallel to the dummies
A deep thinker, with deeper pockets for the money
They say, fake it 'til you make it
I'm livin' 'til I hear there's a ? in my ?
Hopin' that the souls of the insecure hear this
Fuck the noise, boy, you can make it if you willin'
Fuck dealin', hoes and vices
And ominous prices for all you likin'
That's enough shit to make a good brother flip
But brother, grab a grip of those impulses
Control your mind, then your destiny
Hoes will get you sidetracked
Then clap from close feet
And that's word to Jigga
Move with that embedded in your mind, my nigga
[Hook]
Silk was written by Bryant Dope.
Silk was produced by Hannibal King.