Yeah,when I grow up,you know what I want to be?Take a seat.Let me tell you my ridiculous dreams.I want to rap.Yeah,I know it's hard to believe.And I can tell you're already thinking I will never succeed.But I'm okay with it.I admit the lyrics are weak.I've been working on them.I'll be good eventually.I understand you got to crawl before you get to your feet.But I've been running for a while.They ain't ready for me.I know this probably isn't really realistic.And honestly I might not be able to make a differenceBut that don't make a difference,I'mma have to risk itI've been crunching numbers,you ain't gotta be a mathematicianAnd see the odds ain't rooting for meI can't lie though,it's kinda how I like it to beThe underdog, yeah you probably think you know what I meanBut what I'm saying is they ever push me,I'm gonna swing Yeah, I could go to college getting big like everybody elseGraduating, probably get a G but doesn't pay the billsThat don't make a lot of sense to me,forget the happy mealsI don't like the dollar menu,I would rather make a mealHuh?Make a meal?Nah,I said make a mealHome cooking, get the grill, oh you want it pretty well?Everything I see is overdone to me,I'm not a doubtBut I'ma get a record deal,and say hello to Mr.BillWhen I grow up,I just wanna pay my billsRapping about the way I feel, oh yeahI just wanna make a couple mil,leave it to the fam and the will,oh yeahI just wanna sign a record deal,maybe buy a house up in the hills,oh yeahMight not be the best in my field,but I guarantee that I'ma die realWhen I grow up,yeah,heyWhen I grow up,yeah, yeah I've been knocking yo down like a Jehovah witness God is my witness,I'm witness but on the real I think I need another witnessIf it was 1717,black dad and white mama wouldn't change a thingLight skinned motherfucker certified as a house niggaWell I'll be goddamn gold figure,in my blood it's the slave and the masterIt's like the devil playing spades with the pastorBut he was born with the white privilegeMan what the * is that?White people told me as a child as a little boy playing with his toysI should be ashamed to be blackAnd some black people look ashamed when I rapLike my great granddaddy didn't pick a whip to the backNot accepted by the black or the whiteI don't give a *,praise God, I can see the lightEverybody talk about race this,race that I wish I could erase that, face factsEverybody peopleEverybody bleedEverybody need someEverybody loveEverybody knowHow it goEverybody peopleEverybody bleed Everybody need someI just wanna pay my billsRapping about the way I feel,oh yeah I just wanna make a couple mil,leave it to the fam and the will,oh yeah I just wanna sign a record deal,maybe buy a house up in the hills,oh yeah Might not be the best in my field,but I guarantee that I'm a guy real When I grow upWell I'm driving, I'm moonwalking in the sky with some shootersWe drive inside of the Buick,you duck a half in the RougasA couple Chavez Acoustics and a guitar when the music hitsI'm alive and I use it,get stuck inside of the CubicsI never lie, but the truth is I'm * tired of these losersAnd all my life,want the food when it's suppertimeI'm in the juice but I'd rather die than a loserSome had a time for a loserThey strategize with the movementAnd they're moving the roomI walk in the stride like a bossOh, how you know I'm tripping with the sauce?Oh, pretty with a face full of scarsAll they did was build me up,tried to take me apartThey ain't never wannaCelebrate Like you have a labor cornerDie that hurt a child but make him do the MacarenaAll you niggas feel this candy chocolate chipAn hour later, Jolly Rancher Stick a bubble gum in watermelonFlavor get the pepper onCelebrate On the corner Heard you niggas got the juice but I got CoronaGot a little Spanish bitch,I call her MarigonaDrowning Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than the * SonarAll you new niggas don't do it for me,look Bitch, I'm the professor, you a student tome, what?Cause all the shades on like you're cooler than me, waitAll we do is win,you a loser to me,rappers want it I just wanna pay my bills,rapping about the way I feelI just wanna make a couple mil',leave it to the fam and the willI just wanna sign a record deal,maybe buy a house up in the hillsMight not be the best in my field,but I guarantee that I'm a guy realwhen I grow upyeah hey when I grow upyeah yeahlet me explain it's how to make greatness straight out the gate I'mabout to break it down ain't no mistakes allowed but make no mistake I'm about torape the alphabet I may paste some brows if I press the issue just to get theink got out with a full magazine could take snaples out savage but ain't thinkabout no bank account but bitch I'm off the chain like hey Laverne youMotherfucker shut the * up when I'm talking,little bitch I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent?Oh, critiquing my talent Oh, bitch, I don't know who the * y'all areTo give a smart bar bar or even have an opinionIf you, you mention me, millions abused Attention in news, I mention you Lose-lose for me,win-win for youBillions abused, your 10 cents are throughSkim through the news,I give * reviewsYou get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuseDon't get misconstrued, business is used * list renewed, don't get * to doGet this, cause I just don't get what the * half the * is that you're listening toDo you have any idea how much I hate this shabby flow?Everyone grabbies though probably noGet this * audio out my audio audioSo I can see why people like little yachtyBut not me thoughNot even dissing it,this ain't for meAll I am simply is this NMCMaybe staying just isn't your cup of teaMaybe your cup's full of syrup and leanMaybe I need to stir up *Preferably shake the world up if it were up to mePoe wants me to chillY'all want me to illI should eat a pill,probably I will Omi kill the numi,watch him bleed to deathI breathe on the mirror,I don't see my breathPossibly I'm dead, I must be possessedLike an evil spell,I'm E-V-I-LI just wanna pay my bills*** them by the way I feel Oh yeahI just wanna make a couple milLeave it to the fam and the willOh yeahI just wanna sign a record dealMaybe buy a house up in the hills Oh yeahMight not be the best in my fieldBut I guarantee that I'ma die realWhen I grow upI just wanna ping my bell,rap about the way I fellI just wanna meet a couple male,leave it to the fam in the worldI just wanna sign a record deal,maybe buy a house up in the hillsYeah, I might not be the biggest in my field,but I guarantee that I'ma die real when I grow up