He the type to pop tags and be cockin the brim.
Might breeze through The Ave, might stop at the gym.
And he keep a du rag, keep his waves on swim.
Wa-waves on swim, so they hate on him.
Anyway I think I met him sometime before.
In a different life or where I record.
I mean he was Adam, I think I was Eve.
But my vision ends with the apple on the tree.
'S' on my chest cuz I'm ready to save him.
Cuz I'm the “1” like I'm Tracy McGrady.
And I think I love him.
Like Eminem, call us Shady.
When he call me mama, lil mama, I call him baby.
He they type to keep a couple hundred grand in the rubberband.
Just left Money Gram in the Lemon Lam.
Hot damn
make me scream like summer jam.
I mean this nigga must be from the motherland.
Anyway I think I met him in the sky.
Wen I was a Geisha, he was a Samari.
Somehow I understood him when he spoke Thai.
Never spoke lies and he never broke fly.
"S" on my chest let me get my cape on.
With a certificate that I changed my name on
Baby Imma only tell you this once: you're the illest
And for your lovin' Imma Die Hard like Bruce Willis
You got spark, you, you got spunk
You, you got something all the girls want
You're like a candy store
And I'm a toddler.
You got me wantin' more and more.
Your love.