Grown Up
Well, I was full of doubt
Did everything to get a project out
Didn't do well so I thought it out
Now the next time around, I done grown a mile
Had to take the keys
Out of the car
From the last album
Cause I've come too far
Got a whole new drive
I ain't talking bout a whip
I'm talking bout my memory
I'm talking computer chips
Built a booth, not too soon
It's helping me doing this
I'm focused on my moves
Not the fucking foolishness
Can't believe it's not a zip
Fucking leave, you're full of shit
Matter fact, take it back
The fuck do I do with this
I'm guessing when I'm done
That maybe a few will stand
And if anybody's left
I'll probably run em through the sand
I'm running and loosening
The game so I super win
Don't call me a stupid kid
At least I'm a stupid man
But
I don't get it anymore
Now 12 knocking at the door
But I just grabbed my bag
Now I'm back on the bed and I count
At least four uniforms looking for
The cause of disturbance
The loot's in the safe
Got the sawed off on top
How we not flames
Saw the bong
All prob cause, not on my watch
Tryna lie low
If I'm caught up then it's all gone
I don't want that shit
So how do I accomplish this
I'm aiming for the top this year
And you ain't gonna stop that shit
But I'm not there yet
So I gotta come up quick
And I'm gonna face my fears
And you and gonna stop that shit
Like
How did we show up?
This shit is getting real
Had to be grown up
I don't know how to feel
Now the pressure's on
It's baring down
Try to beat the odds
Now I'm glassy-eyed and I'm looking out
See, we're gonna make a hit
Then take it, flip it
Make a killing
Not bodies
We just paper chillin
One fan at a time
I don't pay civilians
I'm a break out star
But my state's the ceiling
I'm a decent human
Or at least, I try to be
But fuck it, I'm coughing up
All the demons inside of me
And you don't wanna see this fucking side of me
Watch me take the fucking game without a robbery
Poverty stricken cause I make a little money at a time
Run up with a penny, turn that shit into a dime
Get a Lamborghini rental, push a payment to the pavement
Finna get a plan to make it, execute, I'm on the rise
I check it like Verizon
Environmental disguises
May hide you but you keep lying
Until you've built up an island
I'm tripping, colors vibrant
Put your shit up on vibrate
The funny thing is that
When you should be talking, you're silent
So what's that about?
I thought you had the clout
If you're gonna be a fake
You can turn around and face me
And stick to the script you've been acting out
But
Unless it's too difficult
I'm innocent, but is it cool
Feeling like I'm biblical
Plus you're coming typical
Cut em like umbilical
But I feel invisible
I don't want that shit
So how do I accomplish this
I'm aiming for the top this year
And you ain't gonna stop that shit
But I'm not there yet
So I gotta come up quick
And I'm gonna face my fears
But you ain't gonna stop that shit
Like
How did we show up
This shit is getting real
Had to be grown up
I don't know how to feel
Now the pressure's on
It's baring down
Try to beat the odds
Now I'm glassy-eyed and I'm looking out
How did we show up
This shit is getting real
Had to be grown up
I don't know how to feel
Now the pressure's on
It's baring down
Try to beat the odds
Now I'm glassy-eyed and I'm looking out
Did everything to get a project out
Didn't do well so I thought it out
Now the next time around, I done grown a mile
Had to take the keys
Out of the car
From the last album
Cause I've come too far
Got a whole new drive
I ain't talking bout a whip
I'm talking bout my memory
I'm talking computer chips
Built a booth, not too soon
It's helping me doing this
I'm focused on my moves
Not the fucking foolishness
Can't believe it's not a zip
Fucking leave, you're full of shit
Matter fact, take it back
The fuck do I do with this
I'm guessing when I'm done
That maybe a few will stand
And if anybody's left
I'll probably run em through the sand
I'm running and loosening
The game so I super win
Don't call me a stupid kid
At least I'm a stupid man
But
I don't get it anymore
Now 12 knocking at the door
But I just grabbed my bag
Now I'm back on the bed and I count
At least four uniforms looking for
The cause of disturbance
The loot's in the safe
Got the sawed off on top
How we not flames
Saw the bong
All prob cause, not on my watch
Tryna lie low
If I'm caught up then it's all gone
I don't want that shit
So how do I accomplish this
I'm aiming for the top this year
And you ain't gonna stop that shit
But I'm not there yet
So I gotta come up quick
And I'm gonna face my fears
And you and gonna stop that shit
Like
How did we show up?
This shit is getting real
Had to be grown up
I don't know how to feel
Now the pressure's on
It's baring down
Try to beat the odds
Now I'm glassy-eyed and I'm looking out
See, we're gonna make a hit
Then take it, flip it
Make a killing
Not bodies
We just paper chillin
One fan at a time
I don't pay civilians
I'm a break out star
But my state's the ceiling
I'm a decent human
Or at least, I try to be
But fuck it, I'm coughing up
All the demons inside of me
And you don't wanna see this fucking side of me
Watch me take the fucking game without a robbery
Poverty stricken cause I make a little money at a time
Run up with a penny, turn that shit into a dime
Get a Lamborghini rental, push a payment to the pavement
Finna get a plan to make it, execute, I'm on the rise
I check it like Verizon
Environmental disguises
May hide you but you keep lying
Until you've built up an island
I'm tripping, colors vibrant
Put your shit up on vibrate
The funny thing is that
When you should be talking, you're silent
So what's that about?
I thought you had the clout
If you're gonna be a fake
You can turn around and face me
And stick to the script you've been acting out
But
Unless it's too difficult
I'm innocent, but is it cool
Feeling like I'm biblical
Plus you're coming typical
Cut em like umbilical
But I feel invisible
I don't want that shit
So how do I accomplish this
I'm aiming for the top this year
And you ain't gonna stop that shit
But I'm not there yet
So I gotta come up quick
And I'm gonna face my fears
But you ain't gonna stop that shit
Like
How did we show up
This shit is getting real
Had to be grown up
I don't know how to feel
Now the pressure's on
It's baring down
Try to beat the odds
Now I'm glassy-eyed and I'm looking out
How did we show up
This shit is getting real
Had to be grown up
I don't know how to feel
Now the pressure's on
It's baring down
Try to beat the odds
Now I'm glassy-eyed and I'm looking out
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Cox
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