Grown Ups

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