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Grown Ups (feat. Dash)

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 dentistsDon'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 upsMy 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

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