J. Cole - Grown Simba lyrics

Yeah, yeah yeah, uh

Now, I was dreaming 'bout a deal
At the age of thirteen
I was fiending for the mills
I ain't talking Burger King
Some of my niggas in the 'Ville
All they did was serve fiends
Fuck scales, I had skills, all day rehearsing
Them pretty boys had them gals
Spent they time flirting
All they wanted was some waves
Like they fucking surfing
Hold up, now, don’t get it
Twisted, I ain't hating, do your thing
I was like a young Simba couldn’t
Wait to be the king
Now, a nigga is the prince
Hopped over the fence where
The grass way greener
Look at shawty ass, way meaner


Something like Serena mixed with Trina
Have you seen her?
She fine enough to be Ms howard
Word to Adina
My money like a senior, watch it graduate
Now, it's time to eat
I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate
Gravitate to real shit
Stay away from phonies
These niggas heard about me
Now they acting like they know me

Keep on saying, "Where you going, nigga?"
Shit, it ain't no telling, huh, yeah
"Ayy, where you going, nigga?"
Hey, it ain't no telling, yeah
They keep on saying "Where
You going, nigga?" Going, nigga
Ayy, it ain't no telling (yeah)
Can’t tell you where I’m going
Just know I won't stop
Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top, ugh

Pardon the interruption
A proper introduction is necessary
When your shit is legendary, man
Greedy niggas wouldn’t let me
In the cafeteria'n
'Cause they ain't believe
Suddenly they Presbyterian
The hoes is librarians they looking me up
She got to Jones like Marion
She licking me up
Then we cut, look how she say my name
I got her moaning, "J cole"
They used to say "Jermaine"
I never change, I'm like a corpse
In a coffin six feet, shit's deep
I was low
Just a dollar and some hope fixed me
'Cause, I was broke
Plus the weed that I would
Smoke would make it worser lord, please
Let my problems disappear like Ron Mercer
I’m a star Converses
Conversing with them girls with
Them curves like cursive
They open like curtains
'Cause my shit is unheard of
Like curses on the radio
Same bitches used to play me though

Now, they yelling, "Where you going, nigga?"
Shit, it ain't no telling, huh, yeah
"Ay, where you going, nigga?"
Shit, it ain't no telling, yeah
They keep on saying "Where
You going, nigga?" Going, nigga
It ain't no telling, yeah
I can’t tell you where I’m going
Just know I won't stop goodbye to the bottom
(yeah) , hello to the top, yeah

I left the city for a minute
But it's still on my back
Told my niggas "Ay
I'm finna put the Ville on the map
I'll be back
And I'm coming with a deal and a plaque"
'Cause, I'm ill, bitch
They couldn’t make a pill for the rap
Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed
Send 'em back came home, shit is real
Niggas still in the trap
Hold up, now, don’t get it
Twisted, if you slang, do your thing
Me, I'm like a young Simba I
Can't wait to be the king witness the dream
Straight out that Carolina water
I was brought up
In the city where the skinny
Niggas tryna be the ballers
Ain't no fathers
But the skinny niggas tryna
Hit they daughters sneaking in her crib
But her momma never caught us
What they taught us?
Man, them bad bitches only want the ballers
The starters
We hooping, now the hoes wanna guard us
Ugh, okay, so play D know what I mean?
And I, I, I'll put you on the team
Man, this life is but a dream
And I need a fast car
Bad broads, fast forward passport
I'm a fucking rap star

"Ayy, where you going, nigga?"
Shit, it ain't no telling, yeah
They say this life is but a dream, well
I need a fast car
Bad broads, fast forward passport
I'm a fucking rap star
"Ayy, where you going, nigga?"
Yeah, it ain't no telling