Intro:
It's the E, to the V, to the A N
For the birds in the AM
It's not where you're from it's where you're at
Verse 1:
I remember, back when I was growing up
Everybody used to say that you're not old enough
I never listened, told them that I'm close enough
I just wanted was to fit in and I was sick of holding up
All I wanted was that Pac and that Biggie tape
But at the register they told me I was only 8
So I went and ripped that plastic off the packages
And took the rap so I could learn to master it
Cop them blank tapes just so I could lay a track
On a hand held recorder just so I could play it back
I thought I had it made used to think this sh** was happening
Until I grew up outta that, really started rapping
Figured out the game how to balance out the traction
How to politic and how to get that f**ing bottle cracking
How to stop thinking, yeah on top of that how to lose sleep
And learn that I ain't never turning back
All I know is that
HOOK
I don't wanna grow old
I'ma stay young
Yeah it's all I know
I ain't never growing up
Verse 2
sh** I was born grown and grew down
Come to think about it if I'd known what I knew now
I would've listened less, still got it my own
Would've turned into a mess probably kicked up out my home
Never listened to the suggested recommended clones
Tryna push a desk job yeah setting it in stone
Tryna plant up in my dome that the wealth gets grown from
Following the rules, adhearing to what's so
Damn typical, rather live a life full ridicule but stay true to what I know
To fill my shoes better call up Doc Scholls
Get a bag of sunshine hit the yellow brick road
Like, all I wanted was that L and Biggie tape
But gangster rap is something I ain't try to imitate
And I learned this rap games full of lying bitter snakes
So I'ma keep it g and watch them struggle for a dinner plate
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