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When I Grow Up (Remix)
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Yeah, when I grow up, you know what I wanna be? Take a seat, let me tell you my ridiculous dreams I wanna rap, yeah, I know it's hard to believe And I can tell you're already thinkin' I will never succeed But I'm okay with it, I admit the lyrics are weak I've been workin' on 'em, I'll be good eventually I understand you gotta crawl before you get to your feet But I been running for a while, they ain't ready for me, ahh I know this prolly isn't really realistic And honestly, I might not ever make a differencе But that don't make a differencе, I'ma have to risk it I've been crunchin' numbers, you ain't gotta be a mathematician To see the odds ain't rootin' for me I can't lie though, it's kinda how I like it to be The underdog, yeah, you prolly think you know what I mean But what I'm saying is they ever push me, I'm gonna swing, yeah I could go to college, get in debt like everybody else Graduate and prolly get a job that doesn't pay the bills That don't make a lot of sense to me, forget the Happy Meals I don't like the dollar menu, I would rather make a meal Huh? Make a mil'? Nah, I said make a meal Home-cookin', get the grill, how you want it? Pretty well? Everything I see is overdone to me, I'm not Adele But I'ma get a record deal and say hello to mass appeal When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah) I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah) I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah) Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up I been knockin' doors down like a Jehovah witness God as my witness, I'm with this But on the real, I think I need another witness! If it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldn't change a thing Light skin mothaf**ka certified as a house n***a Well I'll be God damned, go figure In my blood is the slave and the master It's like the devil playin' spades with the pastor But he was born with the white privilege! Man, what the f**k is that? White people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin' with his toys I should be ashamed to be black And some black people look ashamed when I rap Like my great granddaddy didn’t take a whip to the back Not accepted by the black or the white I don't give a f**k, praise God, I could see the light Everybody talkin' 'bout race this, race that I wish I could erase that, face facts Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know, how it go Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah) I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah) I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah) Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers (Brap, brap) A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no music Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics (Buck, buck) I never lie, but the truth is I'm f**kin' tired of these losers And all my life want the food when it's supper time and the juice (Brap, brap) But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t (Buck, buck) Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh Ho, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh Pretty, with a face full of scars All they did was build me up, tried to take me apart (Buck, buck, buck) They ain't ever wanna celebrate like you have a label Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena (Yeah, yeah, yeah) All you n***as sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later Jolly Rancher, stick of bubblegum, it's watermelon flavored (Woo, woo, woo!) Get the paper, I'ma (Celebrate) on the corner Heard you n***as got the juice, but I got Corona Got a little Spanish b*t*h, I call her maricona Joyner Lucas, b*t*h, I'm hotter than a f**kin' sauna (Woo, woo, woo!) Yeah, I make you n***as (Elevate) All you new n***as don't do it for me, look (Woah) b*t*h I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (Ayy) All we do is win, you a loser to me Rappers wanna When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah) I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah) I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah) Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up Let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break it down Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I'm 'bout To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows If I press the issue just to get the anger out (Brrr!) Full magazine could take Staples out Savage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account But b*t*h, I'm off the chain like Kala Brown Motherf**ker, shut the f**k up when I'm talkin', lil' b*t*h I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin' My talent? Oh, b*t*h, I don't know who the f**k y'all are To give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion of you You mention me, millions of views, attention in news I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you Billions of views, your ten cents are two Skim through the music to give sh*t reviews To get clicks, but b*t*h, you just lit the fuse Don't get misconstrued, business as us' sh*t-list renewed, so get sh*t to do Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get What the f**k half the sh*t is that you're listenin' to Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Everyone copies though? Prob'ly no Get this f**kin' audio out my Audi, yo, adiós I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin', it just ain't for me All I am simply is just an emcee Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea (Get it?) Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean Maybe I need to stir up sh*t, preferably Shake the world up if it were up to me Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill I should eat a pill, probably I will Old me killed the new me, watch him bleed to death I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L ("Evil" spelled) When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah) I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah) I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah) Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up
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