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bryant dope - silk lyrics

(verse 1)
everything i do
premeditated, educated
young black man
who don’t make a move not calculated
patience for the girl i dated
never liked it, but she understand
the life’s still in the hoes
that come up, witness that
how real is that
y’all n-gg-s act like y’all never got p-ssy
i hope all fake motherf-ckers overlook me
soon, all show promoters gonna have to book me
get my n-gg-s out the city
give them out of state p-ssy
my momma told me, boy, live your dream
my older cousins told me
boy, go and get your cream
so that’s what i’mma do
cop the loot, that’s well plotted on
chillin’ in the booth
this is true
what you wanna do is
what i’ll ask
when i get that -ss
of that chick i always wanted
back then, she always fronted
see, honeys come, honeys go
cheddar make her wetter
since i’m gettin’ both
i can name nothin’ better
motherf-cker

(hook)
you know i keep those
silk sheets for my honeys too
sheets, silk sheets for my honeys too
sheets
you know i keep those
you know i keep those
silk sheets for my honeys too
sheets, silk sheets for my honeys too
sheets

(verse 2)
every since a youngin’, i’ve been pushin’ pens
lookin’ inside my mind
thinkin’ of emotion to place in a rhyme
replacin’ dimes, arguments, had no time
told my ex i had the koran
and dreams longer than a part time job
f-ck that, i rap, push tracks
everything i put in
you know, make it back
what’s that, flippin’ dreams
yessir, nah mean
won’t be satisfied ’til all my n-gg-s eat
i swear, i see it all comin’
chillin’ in the valley
from the mountain top, i’m runnin’
i remember playin’ my first songs in the studio
and all the fake n-gg-s gave daps and kept they heads low
but now everything is changed
they seein’ my potential and ability for fame
i wrote my dreams down
next day, got it framed
so one day, i can say
look how far we came

(verse 3)
and silk sheets for my honeys
a metaphor for quality i keep, and it’s funny
i was raised to be parallel to the dummies
a deep thinker, with deeper pockets for the money
they say, fake it ’til you make it
i’m livin’ ’til i hear there’s a limit but i feel this
hopin’ that the souls of the insecure hear this
f-ck the noise, boy, you can make it if you willin’
f-ck dealin’, hoes and vices
and ominous prices for all you likin’
that’s enough sh-t to make a good brother flip
but brother, grab a grip of those impulses
control your mind, then your destiny
hoes will get you sidetracked
then clap from close feet
and that’s word to jigga
move with that embedded in your mind, my n-gg-

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