Skyzoo - Fulfillment lyrics
[Skyzoo - Fulfillment lyrics]
No agenda like the present
How I presently be speaking
Ain't no wind in my direction
Where I put it's where I put it
See it's sitting where I left it
Got em' thinking loaded dice
How I'm sitting out here betting
If you in you know the price is
Good enough to not forget us
I come in they lower lights and
Send the one to where I'm stepping
If you in you know the type and
Everything that y'all expecting half '94 Nas
Half '97 Betha write dirty
Dress clean eat good
Travel better
Please women like we're married and
Rep The Wire forever buy cars all cash
No lease no payments
Keep a Chris and a Snoop
In close reach for arrangements
Keep a lawyer in the phone
Stash money for retainers
And my lawyer kinda bad
She'll fuck up an arraignment
Thank God only thing I have to
Call her for is contracts
Thank Him at His crib and then get
Back to where they toss at
For my fulfillment filling up a glass
While I'm filling up a wallet
And the feelings that's attached
Got me feeling like I got it
And this feeling if you ask
Is a feeling saying "we about
It now" lets get it (ahh)
For my fulfillment filling up a glass
While I'm filling up a wallet
And the feelings that's attached
Got me feeling like I got it
And this feeling if you ask
Is a feeling saying "we about
It now" lets get it (ahh)
Word to being related to Sandra
But still dealings with bands
That be dealing with contra
I'm still giving the plans
To be in with that rasta
But, I'm just trying to live in this mantra
And they made me the author
And I'm trying to count something and loft us
With spare closets for Nia Long's stuff
I still got plans my dribble stupid
Yea I still got hands
And my corner is gentrified
But they still got vans
And cameras up on the light post
That blink if the light broke
And fully loaded's will roll up
And sing you the right notes
The song playing while you waiting
Trying to get a hand ducking in the elevator
"How I Could Just Kill A Man" q shit
Juice shit bishop off the roof shit
Singing Sky you got the juice now so you sip
But, it's all for Justine
And brownstones in Brooklyn Heights
And all we want is keys
How I presently be speaking
Ain't no wind in my direction
Where I put it's where I put it
See it's sitting where I left it
Got em' thinking loaded dice
How I'm sitting out here betting
If you in you know the price is
Good enough to not forget us
I come in they lower lights and
Send the one to where I'm stepping
If you in you know the type and
Everything that y'all expecting half '94 Nas
Half '97 Betha write dirty
Dress clean eat good
Travel better
Please women like we're married and
Rep The Wire forever buy cars all cash
No lease no payments
Keep a Chris and a Snoop
In close reach for arrangements
Keep a lawyer in the phone
Stash money for retainers
And my lawyer kinda bad
She'll fuck up an arraignment
Thank God only thing I have to
Call her for is contracts
Thank Him at His crib and then get
Back to where they toss at
For my fulfillment filling up a glass
While I'm filling up a wallet
And the feelings that's attached
Got me feeling like I got it
And this feeling if you ask
Is a feeling saying "we about
It now" lets get it (ahh)
For my fulfillment filling up a glass
While I'm filling up a wallet
And the feelings that's attached
Got me feeling like I got it
And this feeling if you ask
Is a feeling saying "we about
It now" lets get it (ahh)
Word to being related to Sandra
But still dealings with bands
That be dealing with contra
I'm still giving the plans
To be in with that rasta
But, I'm just trying to live in this mantra
And they made me the author
And I'm trying to count something and loft us
With spare closets for Nia Long's stuff
I still got plans my dribble stupid
Yea I still got hands
And my corner is gentrified
But they still got vans
And cameras up on the light post
That blink if the light broke
And fully loaded's will roll up
And sing you the right notes
The song playing while you waiting
Trying to get a hand ducking in the elevator
"How I Could Just Kill A Man" q shit
Juice shit bishop off the roof shit
Singing Sky you got the juice now so you sip
But, it's all for Justine
And brownstones in Brooklyn Heights
And all we want is keys