[Produced by Beatz]
1: Syfa]
Remember when all I wanted from ma' rap was havin' groupies 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 we at the movies And Hollywood ain't really one to show you movies if I was Ford Coppola, Tarantino, or Scorsese? Probably endings at the end of all ma' movies Crime pays when you that shit in real life models only taught us how to steal right That's why ma' first time jackin' like ma' first time tappin', on "how stop, this is what it feel like?" I jacked a pen, told ma' diary to deal wit' life This ink ain't had no meanin', but I'd still write It'd feel right, and all these would undermine 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 alone and had to grow, but I ain't been no yet That's why I been back-to-back wit' Rush and GTA Repeatin' days to stack a rack, and 'til sober left I think we was Too much hate, too much'a Bit'a love to calm it Bit'a breasts as Go 'head mami go to this Belvedere Crib got all you want, you know you wishin' you're here
[Hook: Bobbie & Syfa]
It's a strange 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 can't it Bae, don't try to it fight it, just let it be
[Verse 2: Rushmoore]
Ma' ruder mami I just you by me It's been a while since we spoke, you lay beside me We could light a spliff, have a while we Squeeze together side-by-side and touch like we life into a movie gettin' really how we Could play peek-a-boo in bed, I'm hopin' you can me And when you do, you shall need some hard of what that booty do Yeah that's the truth, I can lassie It's a while since I spoke to you when I'm holdin' you Need that all back, I think time I get close to you Don't them emotions boo Let that shoulder-proof Don't disturb the flow, just ride to the motion (ooh) That crib's mine and I finna get Could've up the homies, but I'm thinkin' 'bout you Got food and some good Bacardi for you So lodi dodi lil' shawty it's a party for two,
[Hook: Bobbie Rushmoore &
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 know you're Try, but you hide it Bae, try to fight it Don't it, just let it be