Ft. Dilla

(Hook)
I saw you in my crystal ball, I know you're gonna make me fall
I was searchin' for a sign headin' for the sky
A sign that I've driven far, that I saw you in my crystal ball
No, I need to be the warrior's ? to lay in bed all broke
Cuz you got me in a spell, like a wish gone wrong in the well

(Verse)
I drop tuckin', I'm like baby what yo name is?
You been on me, why don't you tell me what my name is?
You the type of girl that prolly tell me what my game is
The way it is, round the fuckin' corner just to tell em how tight that frame is
That's crackin', baby, tell me bout yo background
Can I meet yo momma so I can tell why that back round?
Jungle with the cheetahs, I'm a lion, I can't back down
But right now is when I'll put the flavor in yo ear
You ain't gon' let me put my mack down?
Truthfully, yo, had no thing for no vanilla girl
And tell me on that yo possipolly freakiful child
Turned out vanilla swirl, oh, you like that?
Tell me, if I hit you, would you fight back?
But if I wrote you verses, would you write back?
Maybe script a hook and see my verses on the backtrack
You don't even like rap, well, they ain't nothin' but art for me
It's hard for me, ain't no runnin' game if you playin' my cause for me

(Hook)
I was searchin' for a sign headin' for the sky
A sign that I've driven far, that I saw you in my crystal ball
No, I need to be the warrior's ? to lay in bed all broke
Cuz you got me in a spell, like a wish gone wrong in the well

(Verse 2)
I see em tryna catch me step when my knees buckle
Tryna pop, but I stutter, got me psycoto with my Bavado
Bottles of Moscato with ?, it's perfect for two
Baby, tell me what you want me to do
I had a girl, now I' m single, and you heard that it's true
And my homies and ? with me, I be whippin' the coupe
Now we cool, where yo head at?
GPS the whips for, you can show me where you rest at
You stressed? Well, I been with all types
Modern educated, California medic, celeb dated
But all this much better than me
So baby gone do this favor for me
Cut my oldie, back it up if I ask
Back it up and let me catch a lil glimpse of that tattoo
But manana you gon' look me in the eye when I pass you?
Don't treat me like I'm famous, I ain't really made it yet
Maybe by my next tape, maybe by my next next tape
Yo, maybe put a ring up on yo finger by yo next day
See, I'mma be that dude that make ya famous with a sex tape
And have yo girls sayn shit we had him when we had a chance
Now you just a legend in the field
They call his 'Diamond Vince'
Slow it down for you, you lil church girl
Make you wanna trip, I got family out in the third world
That mean I come from no manners
Doesn't does it help that I speak in this country grammar to you
And (that's fine)