Grow Up ft. Yeahthismoh Lyrics

As a youngan, I had dreams, planned on making it out

As a youngan, I had schemes, they tried taking me out

They just wanna see me bleed, know it's danger around

My momma ask me in the night, "What you been praying about?"

In the mirror saying one day

I'ma get money and jump on stages when I grow up

I'ma make my whole city famous when I grow up

I'ma get my brothers out them cages when I grow up

Shit was just a dream, somebody shoulda told me grow up

Just a youngan and I'm misinformed

In the streets like J. Cole, no, I ain't do this shit before

Couldn't heal my pain and so I bottled that like liquor stores

Couldn't get no handouts, so my niggas started kicking doors

Looked up to the sky and wonder why he took my niggas for

We don't like our opps inside the pen, we like them in the morgue

Venting on these tracks cause we had plans to push Aventadors

Never dropped my music as a youngan, I was insecure

This shit ain't go according to plan

I had aspirations, thinking I'd do more than I can

Man, this shit just pay-to-win, you ain't affording the chance

I said fuck it, hit the booth and I'm recording again

As a youngan, I had dreams, planned on making it out

As a youngan, I had schemes, they tried taking me out

They just wanna see me bleed, know it's danger around

My momma ask me in the night, "What you been praying about?"

In the mirror saying one day

I'ma get money and jump on stages when I grow up

I'ma make my whole city famous when I grow up

I'ma get my brothers out them cages when I grow up

Shit was just a dream, somebody shoulda told me grow up

All my dreams ain't coming true, only my nightmares

Can't believe I lost my nigga, remember you was right there

Battling my demons and these niggas never fight fair, niggas know my type rare

Watch how you talk to me, we come from poverty

Heart of the streets, I'm like the artery, ain't no apologies

I know they feeling animosity, they want the drop on me

God took my bro, that shit's a robbery, they took my heart from me

I'm praying that I hit the lottery, or labels call on me

I treat my block like private property, like why they watching me

I know them voices tryna talk to me

Niggas switched up on me, turned to ghosts like it was Halloween

Thought I'd make it out this shit like Biggie, it was all a dream

As a youngan, I had dreams, planned on making it out

As a youngan, I had schemes, they tried taking me out

They just wanna see me bleed, know it's danger around

My momma ask me in the night, "What you been praying about?"

In the mirror saying one day

I'ma get money and jump on stages when I grow up

I'ma make my whole city famous when I grow up

I'ma get my brothers out them cages when I grow up

Shit was just a dream, somebody shoulda told me grow up

Somebody shoulda told me grow up