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[Bishop Lamont] (Verse 1) I used to think fuckin' up was cool Loved to cheat 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, what you think, you know everything About everything and don't know a damn thing Hit the (???) liquor, banked in the gas station Get to duckin' when they buckin' gang altercation We scattered, then come back right Shit, riskin' our lives, but never saw it like that Few blocks down the street, couple fool get capped Nigga, bullets ain't pickin', could've been a wrap It never hits home until your homie get clapped You at the funeral in tears, saying to yourself "You gotta grow up" Chorus: Bishop Lamont Way up (Up, up, up, up) Way up (Up, up, up, up) Way up (Up, up, up, up) Way up (Up, up, up, up) You not a kid no more (Nah) I think it's time to grow (Yeah) Homie, you better know (Tell 'em) You know it's time to grow Way up (Up, up, up, up) Way up (Up, up, up, up) Way up (Up, up, up, up) Way up (Up, up, up, up) Cause nigga, you too grown (Right) Get out, get your own (Right) Your childish ways are gone (Tell 'em) I think you better grow up (Verse 2) 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 Said you forgot it, never had it, won't plan 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 pawn that chain Instead of coppin' that, you should have copped the food chain V-necks, mohawks, just ain't me Shit, it barely look 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 hook, same little ass kids At a dance, two of them is gon' be big It's our fault everything had flip-flopped You wanna save hip hop, rappers, then You gotta grow up Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) Niggas still cruise in Crewshaw '36 Your wife at home, you wastin' gas, tryin' to bust a bitch At the club, actin' young, wearin' the wrong shit Think you 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, it ain't got ways Wear that shit out in public and on church days And God damn, niggas, pull up your pants Got your drawers all out, what, you wanna strip dance And homeboy, what you doin' in the 5X You ain't that big, shit's lookin' like a dress You bought an iPhone to live in your momma home Gotta wait til she's asleep before you can bone You wrong, you know you wrong But either way, someday, homeboy You gotta grow up Repeat Chorus

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Grow Up
Bishop Lamont