Bishop Lamont - Grow Up lyrics
[Bishop Lamont - Grow Up lyrics]
I used to think fuckin' up was cool
Loved ditchin' class 'til I
Didn't pass high school
My dad always said it's easier to keep up
Than it is to catch up
But all I did was mess up
Roll around the streets
Get drunk and shoplift
Freestyle, meanwhile, continue to bullshit
A teenage life
When you think you know everythin'
About everythin' and don't know a damn thing
Hit the 'shaw, liquor, bank
Then the gas station
Get to duckin' when they
Buck in gang altercation
We scatter, then come right back
Shit, riskin' our lives
But never saw it like that
A few blocks down the street
Couple fools get capped
Nigga, bullets ain't picky
It coulda been a wrap
It never hit's home until
Your homie get clapped
You at the funeral with tears
Sayin' to yourself you gotta grow up
Way up (Up, up) you not a kid no more
I think it's time to grow
Homie, you better know
You know it's time to grow
Way up (Up, up) cause nigga, you too grown
Get out and get your own
Your childish ways are gone
I think you better grow up
You got a Bentley, but can't keep gas in it
A Gucci wallet, but ain't got cash in it
Go out to eat, it's your treat
Then at the last minute
Say you forgot it, never had it
Want them to spend it
Now that's an interestin' thang
Cause in your video, you havin' so much blang
A few days ago, I heard you pawned that chain
Instead of coppin' that
You shoulda copped the food chain
V-necks, mohawks, just ain't me
Shit, it barely looked right on Mr t
Your biker chains, designer shades
Just ain't right
Especially when you can't breathe cause
Your pants's too tight
Wack beats, catchy hooks and little ass kids
Add a dance to it and it's gon' be big
It's our fault everythin' done flip-flopped
You wanna save hip hop
Rappers? Then you gotta grow up
Nigga still cruisin' Crenshaw at thirty-six
Your wife at home, you wastin' gas
Tryna bust a bitch
At the club, actin' young
Wearin' the wrong shit
Think you're Chris Brown, but you
Look like Keith Sweat, bitch
Ain't you got kids to raise?
Instead of actin' like them, nigga
Act your age
Why you wear a wave cap, but ain't got waves
Wear that shit out in public
And on church days
And goddamn, niggas, pull up your pants
Got your drawers all out
What you wanna strip dance?
And homeboy, what you doin' in a?
You ain't that big
Shit's lookin' like a dress
You bought an iPhone but live
In your momma home
Gotta wait 'til she's asleep
Before you can bone
You grown, you know you wrong
But either way, someday, homeboy
You know you gotta grow up
Loved ditchin' class 'til I
Didn't pass high school
My dad always said it's easier to keep up
Than it is to catch up
But all I did was mess up
Roll around the streets
Get drunk and shoplift
Freestyle, meanwhile, continue to bullshit
A teenage life
When you think you know everythin'
About everythin' and don't know a damn thing
Hit the 'shaw, liquor, bank
Then the gas station
Get to duckin' when they
Buck in gang altercation
We scatter, then come right back
Shit, riskin' our lives
But never saw it like that
A few blocks down the street
Couple fools get capped
Nigga, bullets ain't picky
It coulda been a wrap
It never hit's home until
Your homie get clapped
You at the funeral with tears
Sayin' to yourself you gotta grow up
Way up (Up, up) you not a kid no more
I think it's time to grow
Homie, you better know
You know it's time to grow
Way up (Up, up) cause nigga, you too grown
Get out and get your own
Your childish ways are gone
I think you better grow up
You got a Bentley, but can't keep gas in it
A Gucci wallet, but ain't got cash in it
Go out to eat, it's your treat
Then at the last minute
Say you forgot it, never had it
Want them to spend it
Now that's an interestin' thang
Cause in your video, you havin' so much blang
A few days ago, I heard you pawned that chain
Instead of coppin' that
You shoulda copped the food chain
V-necks, mohawks, just ain't me
Shit, it barely looked right on Mr t
Your biker chains, designer shades
Just ain't right
Especially when you can't breathe cause
Your pants's too tight
Wack beats, catchy hooks and little ass kids
Add a dance to it and it's gon' be big
It's our fault everythin' done flip-flopped
You wanna save hip hop
Rappers? Then you gotta grow up
Nigga still cruisin' Crenshaw at thirty-six
Your wife at home, you wastin' gas
Tryna bust a bitch
At the club, actin' young
Wearin' the wrong shit
Think you're Chris Brown, but you
Look like Keith Sweat, bitch
Ain't you got kids to raise?
Instead of actin' like them, nigga
Act your age
Why you wear a wave cap, but ain't got waves
Wear that shit out in public
And on church days
And goddamn, niggas, pull up your pants
Got your drawers all out
What you wanna strip dance?
And homeboy, what you doin' in a?
You ain't that big
Shit's lookin' like a dress
You bought an iPhone but live
In your momma home
Gotta wait 'til she's asleep
Before you can bone
You grown, you know you wrong
But either way, someday, homeboy
You know you gotta grow up