All the women of color i'm in love with your skin
Bout as broken as the home his brothers gonna grow up in/
Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see
I wanna grow up rappin, makin bundles of money
I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket
I watched k.n.b. grow, he caught up to it,
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
And grow up to smoke rocks.
To grow up in a perfect storybook fantasy
And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
Inspired enough to one day grow up
How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but
Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,
But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame
Wondering when the fuck will chief keef grow up? who knows?
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
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