Boosie Badazz & C-Murder - Don't Rush 2 Grow Up lyrics

[Intro] Don't rush, ain't no rush C-Murder Aye yo slow down [Hook] Don't rush to grow up My young n***as swallow dope And then they throw up And then the cops leave Cause outta block B We make the block bleed These lame n***as got Glocks And they got me Don't rush to grow up My young n***as swallow dope And then they throw up And then the cops leave Cause outta block B We make the block bleed These lame n***as got Glocks And they got me [Verse 1] Don't rush, you ready? Like you stupid as f** Don't run your hood up Don't rush and then tear sh** up Like you can't be touched Like you can't be beat Like you can't slump in the street And become a lump of old meat Acting invincible, will get you turn invisible One day you're here And the next day they missing you You mama tryna picture you on your birthday Now your birthdays gon' be worse days No more birthdays and church days Reminisce about you often, while your coffin Was sitting right there in front the altar Must have cost her A bread payment all you left her It's the cost of being bad many [?] Henny And I'm pressed bad Cause when I know that they's a child It's never right man Whatever goes up, it must come down It's like you're rushing it My n***a slow down My n***a slow down My n***a slow down Don't rush to grow up man You've got time man Keeping it real? Keeping it real is keeping it alive dawg Boosie Badazz [Verse 2] Hold up, don't rush to grow up Take your time like you're ‘pose to Peer pressure will have you with letters up in Angola I don't never want soldier Get in the game cause I'm older If he don't listen he tripping But if he do he'll be colder This for my adolescents itching for a body When a rep's, all they bustin' That ten year old tryna f** ‘fore he nothing You gotta grow old, slow your roll You don't wanna die at sixteen You don't wanna f** around and slip And have a child at sixteen You ain't gotta be high to be fly It's all in your mind You ain't gotta k** to be real You ain't fake if you cry I'm saying n***as who jump you off the porch Forget about you on your Joe's If you don't know the ropes, you gon' get huh What I tell my son Where I am from they grow up fast Nineties babies showing they a** Slinging 9 and blowing cash Like the old talk said Don't rush to grow up Everything gon' come in time Use your mind Cause all it takes is one time, to get ninety nine [Hook] Don't rush to grow up My young n***as swallow dope And then they throw up And then the cops leave Cause outa block B We make the block bleed These lame n***as got Glocks And they got me Don't rush to grow up My young n***as swallow dope And then they throw up And then the cops leave Cause outa block B We make the block bleed These lame n***as got Glocks And they got me [Verse 3] Calliope Bud Take your time youngin, you moving too fast You tweaking for what? This game is a monster Swing you around, swallow you up You better be ready No plan is filled, this sh** is for real n***a jumped in head first Ain't gon' lie some real ones got k**ed You feel me youngin? I'm talking to you Yeah , you and your crew Gotta take heed, they tryna tell me I'm tryna tell you Wish we would have listen Now most of my homies is missing Shouldn't be annoyed oh gotta be in this f**ed up position Wish I stayed in school and played ball I was good at it f**ed around and dropped out Now I got us a good hood status Running shop and took my Glock on some beef sh** In and out of jail Back and forth with the court Hope they don't keep me My record bad so f** a job They ain't gon' hire me All I got is the dirty game And fake friends sitting beside of me My mom's worried, she pray for me, every day for me So you think this game for you Welcome home, come and play dummy Real, real, real