grown, Im grown Party at my house but Ii??m home alone Doing every single thing my momma wouldn't condone Counting everything I own in my muthafucking ZONE, I'm up
alone to a different beat Slowly swallowing down my fear Yeah, yeah I am ready for the road less traveled Suiting up for my crowning battle This is test is my
I drop bombs. Flex. Napalm. Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto, Giuseppes when I step out, posted up in stilettos. Pussy so pink like my Kitty
my mind but couldn't open up my own vault My childlike creativity, purity and honesty Is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts Reality is catchin' up with me Takin' my
't you worry about me And when I watch my baby grow up I'll only want what's best for her And I hope she'll find the answer to my prayers And that she
a minute, there's somethin' you must know I'ma blow it out but in the morning you must go 'Cause as bad as you are, as fine as you are I can't make you my girl So take my
my my my my my my Oh my gosh O-o-oh my, o-o-oh my my my my my my Oh my gosh O-o-oh my, o-o-oh my my my my my my Oh my gosh
I got up this morning Put on my shoes Tied my shoes Went to the mirror But I combed my hair I made a move Know what to do Tried to break and run Baby
made me feel so good Lord the cotton was high And the corn was growing fine But that was another place and another time I remember we'd hitch up the
my home, all I have known Where I got grown but now it's gone Out of the darkness, in came the carnage Threatening my very survival Fractured my streets
you like my bag and the color of my nails You can see that I got it goin' on I wanna make sure you remember me So I'ma leave my number on your video
sack I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill" It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know
, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my
] Pimp tyte! M-J-G Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in For the track, make my money Bring it on
tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive in church dressed in corduroy ties Now I'm grown up
Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up Body get ripped up, and then sewed up Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz
and still made it up in the jail fuck with me got to fuck with him still dressin like grown men with rollexas in the dark smokin Newports you have a place in my
me now, pull up in the drop six Bitch in your block looked at my watch and she got sick Look at her now, all up in the cockpit Rolling my windows up