[Produced by Beatz]
[Verse 1:
Remember days when all I wanted from ma' rap was havin' Hood tryna see what's cookin', Ratatouille You love all the and you make 'em all the hardest, but if you gon' treat that pussy like a blunt, don't pass it to me The only time you tell the future when we at the And ain't really one to show you black movies What if I was Ford Coppola, Tarantino, or Probably happy endings at the end of all ma' Crime pays when you that shit in real life Role models only us how to steal right That's why ma' first time like ma' first time tappin', on some "how stop, this is what it feel like?" I a pen, then told ma' diary to deal wit' life This blue ink ain't had no meanin', but I'd still It'd feel right, and all these girls would Syf' I should'a told 'em "soon be a prodigy, but" (you just don't know it yet) And all niggas doubted me when they ain't had no focus yet Been left and had to grow, but I ain't been no loner yet That's why I back-to-back wit' Bobbie Rush and GTA Repeatin' days to a rack, and celebrate 'til sober left I we was over-blessed Too much hate, too stress Bit'a love to it down Bit'a breasts as Go 'head mami go Uber to this Crib got all you want, you know you wishin' forever here
[Hook: Rushmoore & Syfa]
It's a feeling when we conversate About the day that we have, but you still contemplate (and uhm) To tell the truth, you can hardly You can try and deny it, but you are And I know you're Try, but you can't it Bae, try to fight it Don't fight it, let it be
[Verse 2: Bobbie
Ma' ruder mami I just you by me It's a while since we spoke, while you lay beside me We light a spliff, have a drink while we Squeeze together side-by-side and touch like we life into a movie gettin' really how we Could peek-a-boo in bed, I'm hopin' you can find me And when you do, you shall need hard proof of what that booty do Yeah the truth, I can really lassie It's been a since I spoke to you when I'm holdin' you Need that all back, I think it's I get close to you hide them emotions boo Let that potion Don't disturb the flow, let's just to the motion (ooh) crib's mine and I finna get loose Could've called up the homies, but I'm thinkin' you Got good food and some Bacardi for you So lodi dodi lil' shawty it's a for two, c'mon
[Hook: Bobbie Rushmoore &
It's a feeling when we conversate About the day that we gon' have, but you contemplate (and uhm) To the truth, you can hardly wait You can try and deny it, but you are And I know excited Try, but you hide it Bae, don't try to it Don't it, just let it be