[Produced by Beatz]
[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 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 happy endings at the end of all ma' Crime pays when you peep that shit in real Role models only taught us how to 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, then ma' diary to deal wit' life blue ink ain't had no meanin', but I'd still write It'd feel right, and all these would undermine Syf' I told 'em "soon I'll be a prodigy, but" (you just don't know it yet) And all these 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 back-to-back wit' Bobbie Rush and GTA Repeatin' days to stack a rack, and 'til sober left I think we was Too much hate, too stress Bit'a love to it down Bit'a as shoulder-rests Go 'head go finesse to this Belvedere Crib got all you want, you know you wishin' you're forever
[Hook: Bobbie & Syfa]
a strange 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 it, but you are persuaded 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 need you by me been a while since we spoke, while you lay beside me We could light a spliff, have a drink we Squeeze side-by-side and touch like we Asami's 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 that do that's 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 it's time I get close to you Don't them emotions boo Let that shoulder-proof Don't the flow, let's just ride to the motion (ooh) That crib's mine and I 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
Bobbie Rushmoore & Syfa]
It's a strange when we conversate 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 know excited Try, but you can't it Bae, try to fight it fight it, just let it be