Correction Paroles When I Grow Up (Remix) par NF

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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

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

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)

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