Eclipse Lyrics

Forty

Come on

I picture cruising in the forest green Aston

Peanut butter seats, head rest covered in satin

Yankee fitted with the mother flag 'cause I'm the captain

Making 50 million from some deals and my rapping

Enough money make a chick suck dick with too much passion

I reminisce when women weren't lasting

When I was upset at the casting

In college dorms with the JBL speaker blasting

When I did music all off the strength of my passion

Crafting my signature style while niggas acting

When niggas reflections projected the bitches attracting

Adapting was one of the codes that kept me from falling victim to my attachments

Now Laila think I go through these women all for practice

But the love was real, if they did for the status

They fucked me like I'm famous before I had an atlas

Before I had it all

Before I'd drop 60 at the Garden State Mall

Who knew that I would end up like Alice

Turning hell bound roots into a Wonderland palace

Before fame, I turned chicks to my number one fan

I did it my way like only Usher can

Don't understand?

Rewind it and listen closely

I know I'm with the realest nigga when I am lonely

Then I get a text from a broad "come and hold me

like a conversation"

But I'm making observations on how to get between her legs like a doctor birthing confirmation

Came out the streets of Paterson so I'm durable for hell

Tracks in the sand, I keep bad bitches on trail

Feeling on my johnson like they reading in Braille

Lick me like a envelope, that's how you handle mail

A cis-het nigga bag with different colors nails

Brain so genius that it's only meant for Yale

Couldn't be surrounded by the women that are pale

They could never tip my scale

If you ever see me wit' 'em, throw my ass in the jail

Slam the nail in the coffin

For now, give me the props for the great shit that I brought in

After all the bullshit I got lost in

Dead homies, old hoes, known ghosts from my family

I can stand on top your shoulders, still won't understand me

We ended from debating the effects of a plan B

And Taylor still acting like we foes

And we ain't go as deep as matching tats and meeting family

Sometimes shit is faker than it can be

It can be, Forty

I picture cruising in the forest green Aston

Peanut butter seats, head rest covered in satin

Yankee fitted with the mother flag 'cause I'm the captain

Making 50 million from some deals and my rapping

Bitch