Noir (feat. Conway The Machine)

What you want from me?
I thought I was your ecstasy
But now you just an ex to me
And I ain't into taking ecstasy

Bottle of red from '09
Spicy rigatoni at Carbone's, no line
I get you home, and I'm performing like it's showtime
Got you sucking to Tony!
Toni! Tone! Slow Wine
Pushing the Ferrari down the coastline
Tom Brown three-piece suit with the black bow tie
I won't lie, you a whole vibe
I know you fuck with other niggas on the side
But shit, I don't mind

Heard you was fucking two other rappers
And you fucking that nigga from the Raptors
I ain't mad at you
Go head, just hit me up after
Then I'm back fucking you good
And you sucking me like a master, shit
I see you pushing that Porsche truck
Nigga spending fetti on you, got you Dior'd up
Even paid for your LLC and that storefront
But you still my bitch
You gon' come open your jaws up, for me
Yeah, you know I still got your heart in my pocket
Saving this bottle for when I see you
I brought it to pop it
I'm at the Phoenix game watching KD slaughter the Rockets
All I drop is classics, that's Common
Like Water for Chocolate
Yeah, it's eighty bands in blue faces that's all in my pocket
Used to sell my product, then I re up'd with all of the profit
I got a question, be honest, bitch

What you want from me?
I thought I was your ecstasy
But now you just an ex to me
And I ain't into taking ecstasy

There's an artist, I think