Don't Rush 2 Grow Up
(专辑: Penitentiary Chances - 2016)
Don't rush, ain't no rush C-Murder Aye yo slow down Don't rush to grow up My young niggas swallow dope And then they throw up And then the
cops leave Cause outta block B
We make the
block bleed These lame niggas got Glocks And they got me Don't rush to grow up My young niggas swallow dope And then they throw up And then the
cops leave Cause outta block B
We make the
block bleed These lame niggas got Glocks And they got me Don't rush, you ready? Like you stupid as fuck Don't run your hood up Don't rush and then tear shit up Like you can't be touched Like you can't be beat Like you can't slump in the
street And become a
lump of old meat Acting invincible, will get you turn invisible One day you're here And the
next day they missing you You mama tryna picture you on your birthday Now your birthdays gon' be worse days No more birthdays and church days Reminisce about you often, while your coffin Was sitting right there in front the
altar Must have cost her A
bread payment all you left her It's the
cost of being bad many [?] Henny And I'm pressed bad Cause when I
know that they's a
child It's never right man Whatever goes up, it must come down It's like you're rushing it My nigga slow down My nigga slow down My nigga slow down Don't rush to grow up man You've got time man Keeping it real? Keeping it real is keeping it alive dawg Boosie Badazz Hold up, don't rush to grow up Take your time like you're 'pose to Peer pressure will have you with letters up in Angola I
don't never want soldier Get in the
game cause I'm older If he don't listen he tripping But if he do he'll be colder This for my adolescents itching for a
body When a
rep's, all they busting That ten year old tryna fuck 'fore he nothing You gotta grow old, slow your roll You don't wanna die at sixteen You don't wanna fuck around and slip And have a
child at sixteen You ain't gotta be high to be fly It's all in your mind You ain't gotta kill to be real You ain't fake if you cry I'm saying niggas who jump you off the
porch Forget about you on your Joe's If you don't know the
ropes, you gon' get huh What I
tell my son Where I
am from they grow up fast Nineties babies showing they ass Slinging 9
and blowing cash Like the
old talk said Don't rush to grow up Everything gon' come in time Use your mind Cause all it takes is one time, to get ninety nine Don't rush to grow up My young niggas swallow dope And then they throw up And then the
cops leave Cause outa block B
We make the
block bleed These lame niggas got Glocks And they got me Don't rush to grow up My young niggas swallow dope And then they throw up And then the
cops leave Cause outa block B
We make the
block bleed These lame niggas got Glocks And they got me Calliope Bud Take your time youngin, you moving too fast You tweaking for what? This game is a
monster Swing you around, swallow you up You better be ready No plan is filled, this shit is for real Nigga jumped in head first Ain't gon' lie some real ones got killed You feel me youngin? I'm talking to you Yeah ,
you and your crew Gotta take heed, they tryna tell me I'm tryna tell you Wish we would have listen Now most of my homies is missing Shouldn't be annoyed oh gotta be in this fucked up position Wish I
stayed in school and played ball I
was good at it Fucked around and dropped out Now I
got us a
good hood status Running shop and took my Glock on some beef shit In and out of jail Back and forth with the
court Hope they don't keep me My record bad so fuck a
job They ain't gon' hire me All I
got is the
dirty game And fake friends sitting beside of me My mom's worried, she pray for me, every day for me So you think this game for you Welcome home, come and play dummy Real, real, real