Expectations

(Lost Tapes 3)

Yeah

Let me tell you, man, sometimes I feel like, man, I done seen it all

White girl tryna get a chocolate tan (Chocolate tan)

Yeah, my ancestors was power tanned

They rose straight out the soil (Uh-huh)

Shit, my grandmothers cookin' wasn't shit, but my mom could do her thing (Uh-huh)

But I swear to God, give a bowl and some utensils, I'll make a salad out of these hands (Goddamn)

Sprayin' seed over the world like the land

I feel like I got Goldfish in my slippers

Saturday night, it shines (It shines, shake that ass, girl)

It's the Harlem nights (Ha-ha)

But it's on Georgia Ave (Can't wear hoodies around there, come on)

Ayy, buddy, be careful 'fore your ass get stabbed (Yeah, Saturday night on the ave)

Wear my slippers Saturday night (Uh)

I'm steppin' on it (Yeah, talk to me, bitch)

I'm steppin' on it

Expectations

I want a rich chick

My baby mama gonna come from a rich family

And I ain't got no problem bein' a sugar daddy

But baby, spoil me first (Lost Tapes Volume 3, ****)