Yeah,
when I grow up,
you know what I want to be?
Take a seat.
Let me tell you my ridiculous dreams.
I want to rap.
Yeah,
I know it's hard to believe.
And I can tell you're already thinking I will never succeed.
But I'm okay with it.
I admit the lyrics are weak.
I've been working on them.
I'll be good eventually.
I understand you got to crawl before you get to your feet.
But I've been running for a while.
They ain't ready for me.
I know this probably isn't really realistic.
And honestly I might not be able to make a difference
But that don't make a difference,
I'mma have to risk it
I've been crunching numbers,
you ain't gotta be a mathematician
And see the odds ain't rooting for me
I can't lie though,
it's kinda how I like it to be
The underdog, yeah you probably 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 getting big like everybody else
Graduating, probably get a G but 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 meal?
Nah,
I said make a meal
Home cooking, get the grill, oh you want it pretty well?
Everything I see is overdone to me,
I'm not a doubt
But I'ma get a record deal,
and say hello to Mr.
Bill
When I grow up,
I just wanna pay my bills
Rapping about the way I feel, oh yeah
I just wanna make a couple mil,
leave it to the fam and the will,
oh yeah
I just wanna 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,
yeah,
hey
When I grow up,
yeah, yeah I've been knocking yo down like a Jehovah witness God is my witness,
I'm witness but on the real I think I need another witness
If it was 1717,
black dad and white mama wouldn't change a thing
Light skinned motherfucker certified as a house nigga
Well I'll be goddamn gold figure,
in my blood it's the slave and the master
It's like the devil playing spades with the pastor
But he was born with the white privilege
Man what the * is that?
White people told me as a child as a little boy playing 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 pick a whip to the back
Not accepted by the black or the white
I don't give a *,
praise God, I can see the light
Everybody talk about race this,
race that I wish I could erase that, face facts
Everybody people
Everybody bleed
Everybody need some
Everybody love
Everybody know
How it go
Everybody people
Everybody bleed Everybody need some
I just wanna pay my bills
Rapping about the way I feel,
oh yeah I just wanna make a couple mil,
leave it to the fam and the will,
oh yeah I just wanna 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'm a guy real When I grow up
Well I'm driving, I'm moonwalking in the sky with some shooters
We drive inside of the Buick,
you duck a half in the Rougas
A couple Chavez Acoustics and a guitar when the music hits
I'm alive and I use it,
get stuck inside of the Cubics
I never lie, but the truth is I'm * tired of these losers
And all my life,
want the food when it's suppertime
I'm in the juice but I'd rather die than a loser
Some had a time for a loser
They strategize with the movement
And they're moving the room
I walk in the stride like a boss
Oh, how you know I'm tripping with the sauce?
Oh, pretty with a face full of scars
All they did was build me up,
tried to take me apart
They ain't never wanna
Celebrate Like you have a labor corner
Die that hurt a child but make him do the Macarena
All you niggas feel this candy chocolate chip
An hour later, Jolly Rancher Stick a bubble gum in watermelon
Flavor get the pepper on
Celebrate On the corner Heard you niggas got the juice but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch,
I call her Marigona
Drowning Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than the * Sonar
All you new niggas don't do it for me,
look Bitch, I'm the professor, you a student to
me, what?
Cause all the shades on like you're cooler than me, wait
All we do is win,
you a loser to me,
rappers want it I just wanna pay my bills,
rapping about the way I feel
I just wanna make a couple mil',
leave it to the fam and the will
I just wanna sign a record deal,
maybe buy a house up in the hills
Might not be the best in my field,
but I guarantee that I'm a guy real
when I grow up
yeah hey when I grow up
yeah yeah
let me explain it's how to make greatness straight out the gate I'm
about to break it down ain't no mistakes allowed but make no mistake I'm about to
rape the alphabet I may paste some brows if I press the issue just to get the
ink got out with a full magazine could take snaples out savage but ain't think
about no bank account but bitch I'm off the chain like hey Laverne you
Motherfucker shut the * up when I'm talking,
little bitch I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent?
Oh, critiquing my talent Oh, bitch, I don't know who the * y'all are
To give a smart bar bar or even have an opinion
If you, you mention me, millions abused Attention in news, I mention you Lose-lose for me,
win-win for you
Billions abused, your 10 cents are through
Skim through the news,
I give * reviews
You get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued, business is used * list renewed, don't get * to do
Get this, cause I just don't get what the * half the * is that you're listening to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this shabby flow?
Everyone grabbies though probably no
Get this * audio out my audio audio
So I can see why people like little yachty
But not me though
Not even dissing it,
this ain't for me
All I am simply is this NMC
Maybe staying just isn't your cup of tea
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to stir up *
Preferably shake the world up if it were up to me
Poe wants me to chill
Y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill,
probably I will Omi kill the numi,
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
I just wanna pay my bills
*** them by the way I feel Oh yeah
I just wanna make a couple mil
Leave it to the fam and the will
Oh yeah
I just wanna 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 just wanna ping my bell,
rap about the way I fell
I just wanna meet a couple male,
leave it to the fam in the world
I just wanna sign a record deal,
maybe buy a house up in the hills
Yeah, I might not be the biggest in my field,
but I guarantee that I'ma die real when I grow up