Grown Ass Man

Its not

Ay ay ay ay

Turn the lights down a little bit

Turn my mic up a lil bit

Ya'll ready ya'll ready

Here i stand a grown ass man

All by myself a grown ass man

A young nigga with some grown ass plans

Don't point fingers, you don't know that man

You dont know whats hard

You dont know whats pain

You aint lookin through that scope

You dont know its aim

Minus all the videos stickers and flyers

Most of these rappers are composive liars

They can't help it, they need some help

Tell me wat kind of nigga tell lies 2 himself

They'll turn round tell da same lies to his fans

Guess them real niggas in fantasy land

I cant wake you niggas up, you must be dreamin

Ya shit aint addin up you aint what ya seamin

Ya niggas is outta order like soda machines

Young jeezy keep it colder like soda machines

Ya aint never seen them pies

Im talkin so much white, it'll hurt ya eyes

I really lived it man

Counted so much paper it'll hurt ya hands

From the trucks to the rental to the grey hound bus

The same old shit and adrennalin rush

I tried to tell the people that the streets is watchin

Same time be safe cuz them peoples watchin

Two hundread thousand mix tapes later

From the streets of the chat to the hoods to the gator

Same young nigga made a killin with the snow

Turned right around and made a killin wit the flow

The whole city at my show, they recitin my words

I guess they like the way i recite them birds

Prolly go to jail for some of the shit i said

Realist nigga ever done it, breathin or dead

Two record deals, radio still wont play me

But i dont give a fuck, cuz them streets done made me

Said i was affiliated wit all them gangsta kids

Fuck ya thought i was gon do, turn my back on my niggas

Now i cant slow down, cuz its close to stoppin

Got errybody askin, when da album droppin

Da hottest nigga in da city, wit no radio play

When less is gettin dropped, we'll see wat u niggaz'll say

Trap or die nigga!