[Produced by Beatz]
[Verse 1:
Remember days when all I wanted from ma' rap was groupies 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 like a blunt, pass it to me The only you tell the future when we at the movies And Hollywood really one to show you black movies if I was Ford Coppola, Tarantino, or Scorsese? Probably happy at the end of all ma' movies Crime pays when you peep that in real life Role models only us how to steal right why ma' first time jackin' like ma' first time tappin', on some "how stop, this is what it feel like?" I jacked a pen, then told ma' to deal wit' life blue ink ain't had no meanin', but I'd still write It'd feel right, and all these girls undermine Syf' I should'a told 'em "soon I'll be a prodigy, but" (you just know it yet) And all these niggas doubted me 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 been back-to-back wit' Rush and GTA Repeatin' days to stack a rack, and 'til sober left I we was over-blessed Too much hate, too much'a love to calm it down Bit'a as shoulder-rests Go mami go finesse to this Belvedere Crib got all you want, you know you wishin' you're forever
[Hook: Bobbie & 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 hardly You can try and it, but you are persuaded And I know excited Try, but you hide it Bae, try to fight it fight it, just let it be
[Verse 2: Bobbie
Ma' mami I just need you by me It's a while since we spoke, while you lay beside me We could light a spliff, have a while we Squeeze together side-by-side and touch like we Twin's life into a gettin' really how we Could play peek-a-boo in bed, I'm you can find me And when you do, you shall need some hard proof of what booty do that's the truth, I can really lassie It's been a while since I to you when I'm holdin' you Need all back, I think it's time I get close to you Don't them emotions boo Let potion shoulder-proof Don't disturb the flow, let's just ride to the (ooh) That crib's mine and I finna get called up the homies, but I'm thinkin' 'bout you Got good food and some Bacardi for you So dodi lil' shawty it's a party for two, c'mon
[Hook: Bobbie & Syfa]
a strange feeling when we conversate About the day that we gon' have, but you still (and uhm) To tell the truth, you can hardly You can try and it, but you are persuaded And I you're excited Try, but you can't it Bae, don't try to it Don't it, just let it be