Nil (Prod. Mr DJ)

 

Let's stop the clock, reminisce for a minute,

Know I do not mock, but I be indifferent,

I'm talking about a time, money scarcer than a rhyme,

But plenty honey dimes, try to get in pants of mine,

 

Just a dumb kid, trying to catch a bird,

Whatever shit I did, you know that they heard,

Swear I could place a bid, soon as I got word,

Cuz these bitches move in packs, they be traveling in herds,

 

 

One lone night she caught my eye at the party,

She wasn't alone, I wonder if she just try to start me,

But she flag a motherfucker down,

I'm thinking what a fool I be if I don't come around,

 

I played into her game hoping I was gonna score,

Funny 'bout dames, some bitches don't want any more,

But we got to talking and she thought I was aight,

Later on the evening we was dancing through the night,

 

Clock struck twelve, she said "I don't wanna go",

I tried to play it cool like "baby, I don't even know",

Really I was just straight sweating from the pressure,

Fretting if we freak and I just don't measure,

 

But fuck it by now, uber back to the place,

At her crib, too late to save any face,

Little conversation, later we got down,

Pardon hesitation, now she wanting a crown,

 

 

Plenty backfill in my Cadillac 'Ville,

Pretty tough to keep when you don't mean nil,

Tell me if you ain't really 'bout the bills,

She be so deceiving though she try to act real,

 

Plenty backfill in my Cadillac 'Ville,

Pretty tough to keep when you don't mean nil,

Tell me if you ain't really 'bout the bills,

She be so deceiving though she try to act real,

I said, "She be so deceiving though she try to act real",

 

 

Well every good thing always come to an end,

Imagine a motherfucker that do not comprehend,

Shorty had a blast but it's time to part ways,

Sometimes it feeling pointless like you're walking blind through a maze,

 

 

I swearing to the Lord and grandparents up above,

Twas upon my own accord, you need not show any love,

Just because I do adore, it don't mean it be enough,

Really think I need a detour and a golden dove,

 

 

Remember bad days when you was about to score,

Something like a haze, man, need I say any more,

Almost like a phase, thinking that I got the power,

Dwindling the days, I just count the hours,

 

 

Everyone is saying I have better than they had,

They just don't get the pressure, "how the hell could good be bad?"

They thinking money treasure, just forget the rest, be glad,

Well never have I ever really feeling psycho mad,

I said," Never have I ever really feeling psycho mad,"

 

 

Plenty backfill in my Cadillac 'Ville,

Pretty tough to keep when you don't mean nil,

Tell me if you ain't really 'bout the bills,

She be so deceiving though she try to act real,

 

Plenty backfill in my Cadillac 'Ville,

Pretty tough to keep when you don't mean nil,

Tell me if you ain't really 'bout the bills,

She be so deceiving though she try to act real,

I said, "She be so deceiving though she try to act real",