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(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 niggas act like y'all never got pussy I hope all fake motherfuckers overlook me Soon, all show promoters gonna have to book me Get my niggas out the city Give them out of state pussy 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 ass Of that chick I always wanted SongtexteBack then, she always fronted See, honeys come, honeys go Cheddar make her wetter Since I'm gettin' both I can name nothin' better Motherfucker (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 Fuck 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 (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 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 Fuck the noise, boy, you can make it if you willin' Fuck dealin', hoes and vices And ominous prices for all you likin' That's enough shit 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 nigga (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 Aus Songtexte Mania