Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream
I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen
Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club
Tryna blow up, lets hope and pray that im the greatest when i grow up.
But i always tell her no, maybe i'll do that when i'll grow
Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow
A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq
Nothing ends me so perk a lie i won't grow madder and back
From curb surfingwe working the industry
I will grow taller then you honey
Your mind can say no but she can't control the urges
The animals will slowly grow more carnivorous
I will grow, and render, make myself strong,
Most times when a liquor all gone
I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
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