Nostalgic Nafe Smallz

[Intrp]
(Yo, Eight)
Mm, calm

[Chorus]
Two hours late, but I bet that she waited
I walk in the door, ain't no question I'm faded
Dressin' impressive on every occasion
But she know I love it the best when she naked
She know I love it the best when she home, yeah
She know I love it the best when she moan
Brand new chinchilla, that mink is on me
I hop out the Lamb' with them blinkers on
We started fuckin', she think she know me
Bet she doesn't know 'bout that shit I'm on
I left the stress in the spliff, ah yeah
I traded my pain with the styrofoam
Croppin' her out of the picture, yeah
She doesn't know what side she on

[Verse 1]
They know 'bout the time l'm on
Up with the riches, don't fuck 'bout them bitches
I run with the dealers and drillers and spillers
Run through the limit
Only the realest around us
VVS clarity on me, a fountain
I put that drip on a bitch, nearly drowned her
Soon as I hit it, I left her nostalgic
With or without you, you know the outcome
I put the pain and the game in a album
She only listen to hear what's about her
Wearin' my heart on my sleeve
Money and pussy, I'm stuck in between
Somethin' you want or somethin' you need
I need assistance, it's too many businesses
They gave him life, was too many witnesses