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