Transitions Lyrics

(How do you want it)

(How do you feel)

(Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game)

(Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real)

(How do you want it)

(How do you feel)

(Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game)

(Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real)

This growin' up shit kinda blows, damn

Who the fuck invited Uncle Sam, man

And when did it become a chore to make friends

I don't really wanna mature and make ends meet

(How do you want it)

How it was

(How do you feel) I'm good

It's just crazy how

We were all in such a hurry to grow up (haha)

First crush left a little mark on the boy (ooh)

Only had fears of the dark and the story

Of the one who let it slip right through his grasp

I ain't talkin' bout the tit in the 6th-grade class (aahhh)

Only got pressed on the field or the court

I miss when my only goal was being cool at my sport

Only Molly I knew yea she was rockin' the jorts

And all this shit that I do man I miss being bored

This growin' up shit kinda blows, damn

Who the fuck invited Uncle Sam, man

And when did it become a chore to make friends

I don't really wanna mature and make ends meet

Swore it to the boy that I knew

I would never end up in this rat race like you

(Nah fuck that)

Don't want it mapped out

Cause I wanna black out

Pull some ladies out

Nick Cannon in her mouth

I'm just goin' in, they livin' in pretend

Golden State fast break we transitionin' (yuh)

Transitioning from fittin' in to standin' out

Don't provide shade cabana I'm branchin' out

Hittin' all the marks that scared me as a youngin'

Trippin' when I spark I maybe have to cut it

Don't hit like it used to

Damn I miss the fool who

Smoked and played ball all summer

And tell father time he got a runner

Da-damn

Who the fuck invited Uncle Sam

And when did it become a chore to make friends

I don't really wanna mature and make ends meet

(How do you want it)

(How do you feel)

(Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game)

(Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real)