| Yeah, when I grow up, you know what I wanna be?
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| Take a seat, let me tell you my ridiculous dreams
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| I wanna rap, yeah, I know it's hard to believe
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| And I can tell you're already thinkin' I will never succeed
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| But I'm okay with it, I admit the lyrics are weak
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| I've been workin' on 'em, I'll be good eventually
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| I understand you gotta crawl before you get to your feet
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| But I been running for a while, they ain't ready for me, ahh
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| I know this prolly isn't really realistic
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| And honestly, I might not ever make a difference
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| But that don't make a difference, I'ma have to risk it
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| I've been crunchin' numbers, you ain't gotta be a mathematician
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| To see the odds ain't rootin' for me
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| I can't lie though, it's kinda how I like it to be
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| The underdog, yeah, you prolly think you know what I mean
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| But what I'm saying is they ever push me, I'm gonna swing, yeah
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| I could go to college, get in debt like everybody else
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| Graduate and prolly get a job that doesn't pay the bills
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| That don't make a lot of sense to me, forget the Happy Meals
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| I don't like the dollar menu, I would rather make a meal
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| Huh? |
| Make a mil'? |
| Nah, I said make a meal
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| Home-cookin', get the grill, how you want it? |
| Pretty well?
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| Everything I see is overdone to me, I'm not Adele
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| But I'ma get a record deal and say hello to mass appeal
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| When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills
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| Rappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah)
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| I just want to make a couple mil'
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| Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah)
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| I just want to sign a record deal
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| Maybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah)
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| Might not be the best in my field
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| But I guarantee that I'ma die real
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| When I grow up
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| Yeah, ayy
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| When I grow up
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| Yeah, yeah, ayy
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| I'ma make 'em notice me, rhymin' like it's poetry
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| Everything I oversee, I just like to overthink
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| Mockin' me, you pay the fee, no return and no receipts
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| Those of you that don't believe, quiet, you don't know a thing
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| Quiet when I'm tryna sing, quiet when I'm making beats
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| Quiet when I'm tryna think, sorry, I don't mean to scream
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| I just feel like no one really gets me and it's sad to see
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| 'Cause someday I'ma grow up and show all of you it's meant to be (Yeah)
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| Anybody wanna hear me rap? |
| "No"
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| Come on, let me play a couple tracks, "No"
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| Come on, I can spit it really fast, "No"
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| You think I should throw this in the trash? |
| "No"
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| Tricked ya; |
| haters, go away before I hit ya
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| I am not a beggar or a kiss-up
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| You don't understand? |
| Well, I forgive ya
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| I am not a quitter, you ain't really think that, did ya?
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| Maybe someday I could even be up on the radio
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| Have a tour bus and maybe even play a couple shows
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| Everybody in the crowd singing every word I wrote
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| Tellin' me that I am not the only one that feels alone
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| Huh? |
| You feel alone? |
| Yeah, I kinda feel alone
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| Wonder if that feelin' ever goes away when you get old
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| Will I ever make it as an artist? |
| I don't really know
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| Might not make a lot of dough
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| I'ma have to try it, though
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| When I grow up
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| I just wanna pay my bills
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| Rappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah)
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| I just wanna make a couple mil'
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| Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah)
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| (Leave it to the fam in the will)
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I just wanna sign a record deal
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| Maybe buy a house up in the hills (Okay, oh, yeah)
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| Might not be the best in my field (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
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| But I guarantee that I'ma die real
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| When I grow up
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| I just wanna pay my bills (Woo)
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| Rappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah)
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| (Yeah, the way I feel)
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| Yeah, I just wanna make a couple mil' (Ayy, couple mil')
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| Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah, to the fam in the will)
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| I just wanna sign a record deal (Woo)
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| Maybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah)
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| (House up in the hills)
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| Yeah, I might not be the best in my field
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| But I guarantee that I'ma die real
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| When I grow up
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| When I grow up |