yours!

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?