Grow Up

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