Grow Up Lyrics

Yeah, if you're really from the trenches, you gotta die with it

Knew a couple niggas, spinning aks, feelin' like a fidget

Got a young man feelin' like John Wick, I'm not gon' run for Senate

Nah, for real, uh, in the convertible with my youngins

But I'm movin' slow-mo, like a turtle with these hands like a Ninja Turtle

When I'm poppin' all these bitches, yeah, she wet like Squirtle

Knew a couple dogs straight off the leash, they were not verbal

Uh, I told my mama I'ma be home later

I gotta sell a couple QPs and some ounce to meet the Lakers

Been tippin' all my hoes, but I guess I'll call them waiters

Nah, for real, uh, say if you die rich, I hope you die tryin

I been so high off these trees, I think I'm learnin' climate

If you really want some racks, it's all about your timin

Young man got opps, get popped, I'll call it perfect timing

I been chasin' after these racks, I'll get them jewels later

How many hoes gon' really bring a youngin' paper

Push the bitch to the side and I might give a hoe a taper

Nah, for real, uh, stick and stones may break my bones

I never let a puppy try to run me out my home

I'm feelin' like that dog, cause I'm really in my zone

I keep two hands down like Mike Tys, I can't do wrong

Uh, I'm stackin' my money cause I can't let the label take my soul away

I got permanent issues that can never fade away

Sticks and stones been far gone

Might take a couple shots just to get up at my dome