MY VERSION OF GROW UP

I use to think fuckin it up was all cool,

loved skipin class,

till I didnt pass ma pu.

My mommy always said its easier to keep up, then it

is to catch up, but all I did was mess up. Roll around the streets,

walk around and waistin tym. Freestyle me, while I continue to bullshit. A

teenage life, when you think you know everything, about everything,

and dont know a damn thing. tried workin ,

. Shit riskin' all odds,so dat i could mak all sense,

n earn some respect,

like that. Few blocks down the street, couple fools try clownin me ,

datz somethin i am use'd to now,

had lotta dreams of makin it big ya knw,

den i jus realis'd aint nothin true cuz i got no mo'!!

You got a Bentley, but cant keep gasin' it. A Guchi wallet, but ain't

got cash in it. Go out to eat, it's your treat, but at the last minute,

say you forgot it, never had it, wont ever spend it.

V-necks, mohawks, just ain't

me. Shit barely look right on Mr.T. Your biker chains, designer

shades, just ain't right, especially when you can't breathe, cause

your pants to tight. Whack beats, catchy hooks, and little ass kids.

Add a dance to it, and it's gone be big. Its all fall, and eveything to

flip flop. You wanna save Hip Hop rappers, then you gotta grow up.