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Grown Simba
(专辑: The Warm Up - 2009)
Yeah, yeah Yeah, uh Now I
was dreaming 'bout a
deal at the
age of thirteen I
was fiending for the
mills, I
ain't talking Burger King Some of my niggas in the
Ville, all they did was serve fiends Fuck scales, I
had skills, all day rehearsing Them pretty boys had them gals, spent they time flirting All they wanted was some waves like they fucking surfing Hold up now, don't get it twisted, I
ain't hating, do your thing I
was like a
young Simba; couldn't wait to be the
king Now a
nigga is the
prince Hopped over the
fence where the
grass way greener Look at shorty ass, way meaner Something like Serena mixed with Trina, have you seen her? She fine enough to be Ms. Howard, word to Adina My money like a
senior, watch it graduate Now it's time to eat, I'm letting all my niggas grab a
plate Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phonies These niggas heard about me, now they acting like they know me Keep on saying "Where you going, nigga?" (shit) It ain't no telling (huh, yeah) "Ay, where you going, nigga?" (hey) It ain't no telling (yeah) They keep on saying "Where you going, nigga?" (going nigga, ay) It ain't no telling (yeah) Can't tell you where I'm going, just know I
won't stop Goodbye to the
bottom, hello to the
top, uh Pardon the
interruption, a
proper introduction is necessary When your shit is legendary, man Greedy niggas wouldn't let me in the
cafeteria'n 'Cause they ain't believe, suddenly they Presbyterian The
hoes is librarians; they looking me up She got to Jones like Marion, she licking me up Then we cut, look how she say my name I
got her moaning "J. Cole", they used to say Jermaine I
never change, I'm like a
corpse in a
coffin, six feet, shit's deep I
was low, just a
dollar and some hope fixed me 'Cause I
was broke, plus the
weed that I
would smoke would make it worser Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercer I'm a
star; Converses Conversing with them girls with them curves like cursive They open like curtains 'Cause my shit is unheard of like curses on the
radio Same bitches used to play me though, now they yelling "Where you going, nigga?" (shit) It ain't no telling (huh, yeah) "Ay, where you going, nigga?" (shit) It ain't no telling (yeah) They keep on saying "Where you going, nigga?" (going nigga) It ain't no telling (yeah) I
can't tell you where I'm going, just know I
won't stop Goodbye to the
bottom, hello to the
top, yeah Yeah, I
left the
city for a
minute, but it's still on my back Told my niggas "Ay, I'm finna put the
Ville on the
map I'll be back, and I'm coming with a
deal and a
plaque." 'Cause I'm ill, bitch, they couldn't make a
pill for the
rap Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send 'em back Came home, shit is real, niggas still in the
trap Hold up now, don't get it twisted, if you slang, do your thing Me, I'm like a
young Simba; I
can't wait to be the
king Witness the
dream Straight out that Carolina water, I
was brought up In the
city where the
skinny niggas tryna be the
ballers Ain't no fathers, but the
skinny niggas tryna hit they daughters Sneaking in her crib, but her momma never caught us What they taught us? Man, them bad bitches only want the
ballers, the
starters We hooping, now the
hoes wanna guard us Uh, okay, so play D, know what I
mean? And I, I, I'll put you on the
team Man, this life is but a
dream and I
need a
fast car Bad broads, fast forward; passport I'm a
fucking rap star "Ay, where you going, nigga?" (shit) It ain't no telling (yeah) They say this life is but a
dream, well I
need a
fast car Bad broads, fast forward; passport I'm a
fucking rap star "Ay, where you going, nigga?" (yeah) It ain't no telling
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