[Produced by Mash
[Verse 1:
Remember days when all I wanted from ma' rap was havin' Hood rats see what's cookin', Ratatouille You love all the artists and you make 'em all the hardest, but if you gon' treat that pussy a blunt, don't pass it to me The only you tell the future when we at the movies And Hollywood ain't really one to show you movies What if I was Coppola, Tarantino, or Scorsese? Probably happy at the end of all ma' movies Crime pays when you peep that shit in real Role models taught us how to steal right That's why ma' time jackin' like ma' first time tappin', on some "how stop, this is what it feel like?" I jacked a pen, told ma' diary to deal wit' life This blue ink ain't had no meanin', but I'd write feel right, and all these girls would undermine Syf' I told 'em "soon I'll be a prodigy, but" (you just don't know it yet) And all these niggas doubted me they ain't had no focus yet Been left alone and had to grow, but I ain't no loner yet That's why I back-to-back wit' Bobbie Rush and GTA days to stack a rack, and celebrate 'til sober left I we was over-blessed Too much hate, too much'a Bit'a love to calm it breasts as shoulder-rests Go 'head go finesse to this Belvedere Crib got all you want, you know you wishin' you're forever
Bobbie Rushmoore & Syfa]
It's a strange when we conversate About the day that we gon' have, but you contemplate (and uhm) To tell the truth, you can wait You can try and deny it, but you are And I you're excited Try, but you can't it Bae, don't try to it Don't it, just let it be
2: Bobbie Rushmoore]
Ma' ruder mami I need you by me It's been a while since we spoke, 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 some hard proof of that booty do Yeah that's the truth, I can really It's been a while since I to you Smilin' when I'm you Need all back, I think it's time I get close to you Don't them emotions boo Let that shoulder-proof Don't disturb the flow, let's just ride to the (ooh) That crib's mine and I finna get Could've up the homies, but I'm thinkin' 'bout you Got good food and good Bacardi for you So lodi dodi lil' shawty a party for two, c'mon
Bobbie Rushmoore & Syfa]
It's a strange feeling when we About the day that we gon' have, but you still (and uhm) To tell the truth, you can hardly You can try and deny it, but you are And I you're excited Try, but you can't it Bae, try to fight it Don't it, just let it be