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]