Grown Ups (feat. Da$H)
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β±οΈ 2:58 duration
π ID: 2188797
π Lyrics
Feel this cage when that acid fade
Face the same but your mind has changed
You desire a stable home
I acquire fame at naming hoes
Contemplating ways of getting dome
Plotting on my neighbors
Asking God for favors
Guess he isn't home
Probably 'cause that fucking faith I didn't show
Skippin church, flip the work
Hit a dirt, like Tommy run it bitch
Grew up in a home that papa wasn't in
Came up of of work that my conscience wasn't in
Either way it goes, a lot is getting hit
And if it wasn't hoes, then it probably was a lick
Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin
Sweaty they ain't dollar top lotto picks
Promise that I am not the one to fucking plot against
Love him, but my father ain't my mother fucking friend
Trying to figure out how to start a mother fucking end
Trend dodging, keep a bitch by me
Back roll
Garbage bag full of sand
Place myself the rap stale
Cash is in hand
Packs get vac sealed
Like the Tin Man
Cardiac Stillness
Missing past real, in it, words make dentists
Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
My mama wonder why it never seem to reach
See my Daddy in the way I'm acting
And my facial features
Just trying to put you on
Dog I came from teachers
Take the plate and clean it
Nigga I'm a dog
Tell her hit or miss me with the fucking monologue
Lord I can't fight it
Know I'm tryna brawl
Get a cop a hog dog chick
I'm the type of nigga that you cop your raw off
Popping hoes off
Grab the board and these niggas call charge
Chain switches jerseys like it's all star
Press the on star
Think it's all lost
Face the same but your mind has changed
You desire a stable home
I acquire fame at naming hoes
Contemplating ways of getting dome
Plotting on my neighbors
Asking God for favors
Guess he isn't home
Probably 'cause that fucking faith I didn't show
Skippin church, flip the work
Hit a dirt, like Tommy run it bitch
Grew up in a home that papa wasn't in
Came up of of work that my conscience wasn't in
Either way it goes, a lot is getting hit
And if it wasn't hoes, then it probably was a lick
Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin
Sweaty they ain't dollar top lotto picks
Promise that I am not the one to fucking plot against
Love him, but my father ain't my mother fucking friend
Trying to figure out how to start a mother fucking end
Trend dodging, keep a bitch by me
Back roll
Garbage bag full of sand
Place myself the rap stale
Cash is in hand
Packs get vac sealed
Like the Tin Man
Cardiac Stillness
Missing past real, in it, words make dentists
Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
My mama wonder why it never seem to reach
See my Daddy in the way I'm acting
And my facial features
Just trying to put you on
Dog I came from teachers
Take the plate and clean it
Nigga I'm a dog
Tell her hit or miss me with the fucking monologue
Lord I can't fight it
Know I'm tryna brawl
Get a cop a hog dog chick
I'm the type of nigga that you cop your raw off
Popping hoes off
Grab the board and these niggas call charge
Chain switches jerseys like it's all star
Press the on star
Think it's all lost
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.46] Feel this cage when that acid fade
[00:15.33] Face the same but your mind has changed
[00:18.57] You desire a stable home
[00:20.23] I acquire fame at naming hoes
[00:23.55] Contemplating ways of getting dome
[00:26.66] Plotting on my neighbors
[00:28.68] Asking God for favors
[00:30.44] Guess he isn't home
[00:31.91] Probably 'cause that fucking faith I didn't show
[00:35.05] Skippin church, flip the work
[00:37.91] Hit a dirt, like Tommy run it bitch
[00:41.55] Grew up in a home that papa wasn't in
[00:44.66] Came up of of work that my conscience wasn't in
[00:47.90] Either way it goes, a lot is getting hit
[00:51.19] And if it wasn't hoes, then it probably was a lick
[00:54.41] Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin
[00:57.61] Sweaty they ain't dollar top lotto picks
[01:00.87] Promise that I am not the one to fucking plot against
[01:04.08] Love him, but my father ain't my mother fucking friend
[01:07.67] Trying to figure out how to start a mother fucking end
[01:11.07] Trend dodging, keep a bitch by me
[01:13.81] Back roll
[01:15.37] Garbage bag full of sand
[01:17.64] Place myself the rap stale
[01:19.65] Cash is in hand
[01:20.94] Packs get vac sealed
[01:22.81] Like the Tin Man
[01:24.35] Cardiac Stillness
[01:26.15] Missing past real, in it, words make dentists
[01:29.97] Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
[01:33.09] Never trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends
[01:39.37] Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
[01:43.36] Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
[01:46.49] Never trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends
[01:49.25] Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
[01:55.56] My mama wonder why it never seem to reach
[01:58.62] See my Daddy in the way I'm acting
[02:02.18] And my facial features
[02:03.95] Just trying to put you on
[02:06.14] Dog I came from teachers
[02:07.87] Take the plate and clean it
[02:09.40] Nigga I'm a dog
[02:11.00] Tell her hit or miss me with the fucking monologue
[02:14.19] Lord I can't fight it
[02:15.78] Know I'm tryna brawl
[02:17.66] Get a cop a hog dog chick
[02:19.72] I'm the type of nigga that you cop your raw off
[02:22.68] Popping hoes off
[02:24.23] Grab the board and these niggas call charge
[02:27.50] Chain switches jerseys like it's all star
[02:30.89] Press the on star
[02:32.37] Think it's all lost
[00:15.33] Face the same but your mind has changed
[00:18.57] You desire a stable home
[00:20.23] I acquire fame at naming hoes
[00:23.55] Contemplating ways of getting dome
[00:26.66] Plotting on my neighbors
[00:28.68] Asking God for favors
[00:30.44] Guess he isn't home
[00:31.91] Probably 'cause that fucking faith I didn't show
[00:35.05] Skippin church, flip the work
[00:37.91] Hit a dirt, like Tommy run it bitch
[00:41.55] Grew up in a home that papa wasn't in
[00:44.66] Came up of of work that my conscience wasn't in
[00:47.90] Either way it goes, a lot is getting hit
[00:51.19] And if it wasn't hoes, then it probably was a lick
[00:54.41] Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin
[00:57.61] Sweaty they ain't dollar top lotto picks
[01:00.87] Promise that I am not the one to fucking plot against
[01:04.08] Love him, but my father ain't my mother fucking friend
[01:07.67] Trying to figure out how to start a mother fucking end
[01:11.07] Trend dodging, keep a bitch by me
[01:13.81] Back roll
[01:15.37] Garbage bag full of sand
[01:17.64] Place myself the rap stale
[01:19.65] Cash is in hand
[01:20.94] Packs get vac sealed
[01:22.81] Like the Tin Man
[01:24.35] Cardiac Stillness
[01:26.15] Missing past real, in it, words make dentists
[01:29.97] Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
[01:33.09] Never trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends
[01:39.37] Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
[01:43.36] Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
[01:46.49] Never trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends
[01:49.25] Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
[01:55.56] My mama wonder why it never seem to reach
[01:58.62] See my Daddy in the way I'm acting
[02:02.18] And my facial features
[02:03.95] Just trying to put you on
[02:06.14] Dog I came from teachers
[02:07.87] Take the plate and clean it
[02:09.40] Nigga I'm a dog
[02:11.00] Tell her hit or miss me with the fucking monologue
[02:14.19] Lord I can't fight it
[02:15.78] Know I'm tryna brawl
[02:17.66] Get a cop a hog dog chick
[02:19.72] I'm the type of nigga that you cop your raw off
[02:22.68] Popping hoes off
[02:24.23] Grab the board and these niggas call charge
[02:27.50] Chain switches jerseys like it's all star
[02:30.89] Press the on star
[02:32.37] Think it's all lost