Fulfillment

[Verse 1] No agenda like the present How I presently be speaking Ain't no wind in my direction Where I put its where I put it See its 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 [Hook] 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) [Verse 2] 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 [Hook]