I just wanted an Ernie Barnes Name dropping ain't a problem if it turn you on Looking for supplies make you ride til the curtain's drawn Liquor store plans that dwindle down into murder warrants I'm JJ Evans in a Louis belt Balmain jeans loose enough to keep a shooter's help And I swear they keep telling me to remind y'all That they don't read blogs unless it helps 'em to find y'all And those is the guys that I call friends That's looking for thick bitches inside of a small Benz, and me? Outside of my door was style wars But behind it was limiteds that covered the house walls, and me? I'm 50/50 as far as how I was drawn So whether we in the lobby or black tie the ball I'm just as good on the first as I am on the last I grew up knowing the first like I planted the stash I grew up knowing the worst with my hands on the dash Of a Rover I learned French and learned soda A meeting of the 2, made it easier to move Conversing with a mirror like I'll leave it up to you Same as I always did it, what's the wonder for? Lived up to all your predictions and shook the wonder off All black walls, the living room will astound you Covet that wall, it somersaults in value, right? I just wanted Kadir Nelsons And when he did paintings for Jeter I clear helped him You're welcome, now I'm looking at 10 of those The crib get appraised its a gallery within a home I wanted Leroy Campbells His spot was around the corner My pops spent money on him The blocks that I was walking Was black art and black hearts, black bags of black gas was by the stash mark And now the scene replays A couple Kenneth Gatewoods A couple TTKs, go! Name dropping ain't a problem if it turn you on Everybody talking Ellis Wilson once they heard the song On the steps Watching Biggie in the lex The same one Nas mentioned Passenger side Kim and Growing up tryna mimic That was us, that a must Dating rich broads, turned Sports Center, batter up Google turns rumors to reporters at your door While your phone going stupid, wrong numbers talking raw, chill! Thinking I just want a Picasso Nobody can fade him, 4th member of The Lox flow PJs in the morn, hard rock suites 10 cases of spade, 6 bottles in each, right? Really there's nothing I wasn't in for So to label me a backpacker is an insult, right! Told 'em I just wanted it all All black walls, I did it just how you thought, muhfuckers All black walls, all green pockets Ain't nobody complaining cause can't nobody stop it, nah The living room will astound you Covet that wall, it somersaults in value