"The Art of Seduction" (Off The Pre-Season)

(Woman speaking a foreign language)

Verse 1:

Met her on a Monday, yeah she was really dope

Took her out to lunch yo, intern at Interscope

These are the days of our lives

I’m just tryina make it happen, young nigga rapping tryina realize

Tryina pay the bills, stay clear of pills

Channeling this hunger past the thousands to the mills

Yeah, it’s hard work, but I’m just saying what I feel

Pleasuring the women to whom I just hope I keep it real with

Told her not to get it twisted when the liquor hit

I aint here to save nothing and I kill shit

Plus I got a heart of gold, no I aint a villain

Damn your body kinda cold, why you so appealing?

Hour after hour, cinematic when we chilling

And that sweet little frame make a nigga need a filling

Said she knew a couple people at the label

And she would make it able for them to hear me at the table

I said, baby don’t feed me any lines

'Cause my eye's on the prize and I'm taking care of mines

Tell me what you’re thinking, and maybe we could settle

She like Hip-Hop, but she love Heavy Metal

Got a soft spot for us niggas from the ghetto

Now I’m pulling on her bra strap like I was Geppetto

What’s up

Hook:

Monday to Wednesday, scheming on a million

Then Wednesday to Sunday

They got their hands up and they’re saying its on

Monday to Wednesday, tryina see a billion

Then Wednesday to Sunday

They got their hands up and they’re singing your song

Verse 2:

Met her on a Sunday, yeah she was really fly

She don’t go to church though, So we kick it down in Southside

These are the days of our lives

I’m just tryina make it happen, young nigga rapping tryina realize

Gotta pay the bills, you know I keep it real

Eyes on the hundreds and the thousands, and the mills

I know she feeling my approach, everybody will

She said a lot of niggas rap, but not everybody real

Took her to the hood, said she never been

Daddy was a doctor, so she drove a Benz

And she let me drive it, cruising for a minute

Took her to the crib, you know she let me hit it

Hour after hour, make a movie ‘til we finished

Now I’m swimming in the kitty and the champagne spilling

Said she could get me a job at the clinic

Her father could set it up, just let her know if I’m with it

I said, baby don’t feed me any lines

'Cause my eye's on the prize and I'm taking care of mines!

Tell me what you’re thinking, and maybe we could settle

She like Hip-Hop, but she love Heavy Metal

She got a soft spot for us niggas from the ghetto

Now every time that we loving, she’s hitting a falsetto

What’s up

(Hook)