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