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