Guidance

I know she a goddess, yeah
I know that she got it, yeah
I study the sonics, yeah
You’re scared of her promise, yeah
Where’s my guidance, yeah aye
Where’s my guidance, yeah aye
Where’s my guidance, yeah aye
Where’s my guidance, yeah yeah
5 AM, riding with my team
Talking hella shit like they’ve never seen her
I’ve been gone for a minute on the East-Side
Feeling like I’ve never seen her
Baby, what you trying get from me
All the power that you took from me
I’ll still love you to the death, man
Even when you’re with the next man
Throw us back to the first night
I got your trust in my left hand
Take your ass to the bedroom
Finesse the pussy with my right hand
Oh man, oh oh man
I wanna fuck you in the caravan
Drunk thots in the caravan
Fake bitch with the spray tan
They say «Lovell I want you back»
I tell them only for a rack
Got the Benz in the back, yeah
Niggas calling me with the strap, yeah
Off a xanny for the night, yeah
Half a day late for the flight, yeah
Check, Check, Check, Check, Check
For the first threat on sight, yeah
Black on black Phantom
I would pull up in it
Tug your head up
I put a bullet in it
Niggas always screaming «gang, gang»
But they not gang
I knew he wasn’t with it
Protect all the peaceful and silent
I pray that these niggas get guidance
She top me while I move the milage
Religious cause my bitch a goddess
In the six getting throat like a lossage
My cellphone switch to Rogers
Ain’t no cash then don’t bother to call me
Ain’t no digits then it don’t involve me
Pouring lean up and sip it like coffee
You shouldn’t have got me so lit
You, pull up to your function
You, really with the fuck shit?
One call, that’s it
One night and I hit
One time and I quit
Rick Owens with the zip
Rick James I’m rich
I know she a goddess, yeah
I know that she got it, yeah
I study the sonics, yeah
You’re scared of her promise, yeah
Where’s my guidance, yeah aye
Where’s my guidance, yeah aye
Where’s my guidance, yeah aye
Where’s my guidance, yeah yeah