Horseshoe Gang - I'm On My Grown Up lyrics

[Hook: Julius Luciano] You might have time to play but I don't You might have time for the games but I don't You might let time tick away but I won't I'm on my grind everyday cuz I'm grown I'm on my grown up, hey, I'm on my grown up, hey I'm on my grown up, I'm on my grown up, I'm on my grown up [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] You're now lookin' at a grown a** man Big balls, check the size of my gonads man Open up a can of whoop-a** on this industry, the whole damn can I do what no man can, not kissin' no man's can Uh-uh, no kissin' a**, I hate a s** up Unless I'm gettin' brains from a dame on a plane, s** up We grindin' tryin' to come up So y'all can shut the H-E-2-of-those-sticks-that-move-the-hockey-puck up We bosses, address my gang as such Y'all got that jailbait flow, it hasn't aged enough Yeah, y'all haters, but I ain't mad you're hatin' I don't match your hate and salute, maturation [Verse 2: Demetrius Capone] Okay, let a G explain the meaning of a gangsta Militant disciplant, a k**er if you push him n***a Just because you ain't throwin' your motherf**in' gang up With the thang tucked, that don't mean that we the same cuz Blood, step your motherf**in' age up Get your brakes cut, real G's don't need to say much Showin' off all your guns then you Youtube'd it n***a you stupid, lil n***a you ain't tough Stay out of jail and raise you kids and step your game up Nah, he gon' get this work, see he a fake thug Treatin' side b**hes like he treat his main, what Yeah I f** b**hes but me and my woman make love Straight up [Hook] [Verse 3: Kenny] Long as I serve em with verses, then I'm servin' my purpose I know I'm far from perfect, but I'm further from worthless I murk sh** to get my servin' of the pie And if you ain't talkin' food, you're conversin' with me why? Black car, bottom shoes, matchin' perfect with the tie Rather hurt you with the truth than to hurt you with a lie Grown n***a sh**, workin' to survive Stand on my own 2, look a person in the eyes Grown n***a sh**, dig it like the groundskeeper I ain't f**in' square and I ain't f**in' 'round either They scared of the truth? Then my talk petrifies em If you ain't on the real, save it like a collector's item [Verse 4: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] I go hard in the paint, I be on that dunk sh** Y'all kick it with no goals, y'all be on that punk sh** We do what we want, sh**, we out here tryin' to function Out here tryin' to f** sh** up, tryin' to run sh** Get your weight up, y'all ain't lookin' too strong Little a** n***as ain't lookin' too grown We ain't tryin' to get the industry to put no suits on We tryin' to get the industry to put the Shoes on I be on my grown up, I'm gettin' my dough up When opportunity knocks, I open that door up Elevate your mind because I'm elevatin' mine Push your thoughts to higher levels, I got an elevator mind [Hook]