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 HOOK