The Black Bond - NAS

I pull a string on a lamp and shit darkens
 I’m living in an elegant Moroccan apartment
 Proletarian chicks sparkin’
 Convo weak, and I don’t really care for her jargon
 Balcony is windy, looking at the stars and
 I be on the Henny woozy in the head, wobblin’
 Gucci pillow on the bed while she giving noggin
 Listening and tripping off the Maxwell album
 Thinking I should leave to a European island
 Bristol or Spain, bring a book about Stalin
 Dinner serenaded with a violin
 But shorty not qualified to be took to that kind of outing
 Gotta be a fly bitch to hang around that fly shit
 Fine dining, Olive Garden
 Nah bitch, Nas is in the real deal food spots on the constant
 Pick the right wine, a Chianti to wash it
 Lifestyle encompasses top notch watches
 Rolexes, synonymous shit I’m coppin’
 Ask her has she been around duffle bags
 Full of that “fuck you cash”
 Get off the jet with me in heels, I’ll cup your ass
 Lookin’ in my eyes sayin’ “Nas, you one lucky bastard”
 Grip your clutch, you get finger fucked in the passenger
 I hit the Dutch, blow smoke out, music and laughter
 See us in the coupe flying past ya

Esco, dress code, it changes
 Harrods in England
 Back to the star spangled labels in my closet hanging
 Counting wonder in the tundra
 Get humbled but disgruntled when I come through, confront ya
 Let nothing slide, sly remarks
 You must wanna die, but you frontin’ wild
 When we all know you pumpkin pie
 When we in the bus we fly better shit than Emirates
 To Dubai, to the Chi, I’m a crucial conflict
 Heaven sent, cause a storm, typhoon flood you out
 You are what a thug about? I’m a fuckin’ juggernaut
 Never sleep, never tire, keep a freak I tie up
 Who don’t speak, she quiet
 So I can think, conspire
 On my feet’s , and sometimes sneakers
 Wear ties at the Setai Miami time-pieces
 Are from Zurich. It’s like I’m allergic
 To non-oxidolic nine
 Give it to you raw so you can feel it