Grown Ups

I don't give a f**k, nigga
So why'd they evict you, bro?

Feel this cage when that acid fade
Face the same, but your mind has changed
You desire a stable home
I acquire fame at naming hoes
Contemplating ways of getting dome
Plotting on my neighbors
Asking God for favors, guess he isn’t home
Probably ‘cause that f**king faith I didn’t show
Skippin church, flip the work
Hit the dirt like Tommy Drummond b*tch
Grew up in a home that papa wasn’t in
Came up off of work that my conscience wasn't in
Either way it goes, a lot is getting hit
And if it wasn’t hoes, then it probably was a lick
Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin
Sweaty D-A dollar top lotto picks
Promise that I'm not the one to f**king plot against
Love him, but my father ain't my motherf**king friend
Trying to figure out how to start a motherf**king end
Trend dodging, keep a b*tch by me
Back roll
Garbage bag full of Xans
Place myself to rap still, nigga, cash is in hand
Packs get vac sealed like the Tin Man
Cardiac still missing, is it past real?
Get it, work make Guinness

Don’t know where I’m going, don’t know where I been
Never trust these hoes, can’t even trust my friends
Tell that b*tch to roll up, f**king with some grown ups
Don’t know where I’m going, don’t know where I been
Never trust these hoes, can’t even trust my friends
Tell that b*tch to roll up, f**king with some grown ups

My mama wonder why it never seem to reach
See my daddy in the way I'm acting
And my facial features
Just trying to put you on, dawg, I came from teachers
Take the plate and clean it, nigga, I’m a dog
Tell her hit or miss me with the f**king monologue
Lord, I can't fight it, know I'm tryna brawl
Get a copper hauled off
Shit, I'm the type of nigga that you cop your raw off
Popping hoes
Grab the board and these niggas call charge
Chain switches jerseys like it's all star
Press the OnStar, think it's all lost