[Produced by Beatz]
1: Syfa]
Remember days when all I wanted from ma' rap was groupies Hood rats tryna see what's cookin', You all the artists 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 if I was Ford Coppola, Tarantino, or Scorsese? Probably endings at the end of all ma' movies Crime pays you peep that shit in real life Role models only taught us how to right That's why ma' first time jackin' like ma' first time tappin', on some "how stop, this is what it like?" I jacked a pen, then ma' diary to deal wit' life This blue ink had no meanin', but I'd still write It'd feel right, and all these girls would Syf' I should'a told 'em "soon I'll be a prodigy, but" (you don't know it yet) And all these niggas me when they ain't had no focus yet Been alone and had to grow, but I ain't been no loner yet That's why I been back-to-back Bobbie Rush and GTA Repeatin' to stack a rack, and celebrate 'til sober left I think we was Too hate, too much'a stress Bit'a to calm it down Bit'a breasts as Go mami go finesse to this Belvedere Crib got all you want, you know you wishin' you're forever
[Hook: Rushmoore & Syfa]
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 can't it Bae, don't try to it fight it, just let it be
[Verse 2: Bobbie
Ma' ruder mami I just you by me It's been a since we spoke, while you lay beside me We light a spliff, have a drink while we Squeeze together and touch like we Asami's Twin's life into a 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 what that do that's the truth, I can really lassie It's a while since I spoke to you Smilin' when I'm you Need that all back, I think time I get close to you Don't them emotions boo Let that potion Don't disturb the flow, let's just to the motion (ooh) That crib's and I finna get loose Could've up the homies, but I'm thinkin' 'bout you Got good and some good Bacardi for you So lodi dodi lil' it's a party for two, c'mon
[Hook: Rushmoore & Syfa]
It's a strange feeling when we About the day we gon' have, but you still contemplate (and uhm) To tell the truth, you can wait You can try and it, but you are persuaded And I you're excited Try, but you hide it Bae, try to fight it Don't fight it, let it be