Yours! (with Paul Russell)

can i be the one

that's gonna be yours?

i like my

fans hyped up

pants hiked up

vans tied up

my stands mic’d up

my gram likes up

my cash tight up

like when you make the plans right up

let me take you out to dance, night club

i like my

band paid off

my hands stay soft

only the one to lift the mood

and weight you can’t take off

i like it when you smile and can’t say much

mr. plan it out, write it down

dawg i need a marker

i’ll get some rest when i see the father

we don’t divide, it’s just delete and conquer

you left ya shoes under the bed

but you don’t look under the bed

cus you might see a monster

it’s still RIP aaliyah father

you put it on me like it’s steel and armor

you left it on me like frida’s barber

enough spark that i don’t need a charger

enough to get ya thru, just see it farther

i’ll stick witcha, stick to ya, peter parker

can i be the one

that's gonna be yours?

Oh we forever on the stupidest tip

Um, I don’t know the future

But I think we got some mutual friends

I’m in your city for some noodles again

I got a feeling it’s gon start to be a usual trend

I got a whip from the olden days

Chick from the golden state

Drinks from the bendy straw

Sips from the Beaujolais

I never figured out the destination

I just know the way

But we can talk about it when we older babe

I said I be a wee old with three coats

And she wearing hoops I could free throw

I know that we got time I don’t know what all the neighbors say

Whatever we don’t got it not what we need at all

I’m tryna slide

So let me put it in drive

can i be the one

that’s gonna be yours?