J Dilla - Grow Up To Be Real lyrics

[Verse 1: Sadhu] Grow up to be real, streets need it Concealed identities So cleverly spilled like Cognac For n***as entities, pills They pop just to simmer down pain People flock lanes, thrills So cheap it's like crack on it's own thing I range, no rove on my plane Over ya enclove, I want that fame in my name So light ya stove top Shorty say she rock to my hip hop in the parking lot Where they wager rocks Cops on the hot patrol to lock kids up in the hole slot This ain't rapper's genesis The evidence is n***as sitting ice cold in decadence Cohiba blunt wraps to max the ma** confusion of facts But deep down the Hill they got n***as packing Gats n***a f** ya dilemma, n***a I got own probs, no props to rappers tryna rap From a box, double stuffed till I'm let loose Fuse the blunt leaf with the brew Watch the world undo and take two Growing up real got me chill like you [Hook: Erykah Badu sample] 'Cuz my high is coming down Coming down, coming down [Verse 2: Sadhu] Grow up to be real What's the deal with crack mothers, no meals For starving sons n brothers Feel neglected In retrospective Got ya eyes stocked for honest settings Selfish beddings, got ya pops locked up For condescending drug sessions Mirror image of that old school prescription Mic precision till my vocal like knife incision Leave no witness, stab my track up Be out like fathers who be stacking up they crack cuts It's alright, it's just another day;s fight In this battle there could only be one might I learned right Puffin my endo till my cerebellum is special Paul Castellano typa-schemes Fiend for supreme regime Blazing Cohiba beams like a jet stream My n***a Pharaoh been A prince, play ca**ette dreams Till we reach multi-mil and gold beams inflict Cadet teams, try to blast us With matter factions they sanction It's all a nuisance f** ya prudent movement I'm fluent through the usage Running ruthless with a 'fluence Hope i don't diss those improving Soothing sounds profound To ya dome piece, rage like bull's clown The mount I be climbing ain't found yet Still 19 and broke but no sweat till I jet And bounce out the f**ing ghetto Maybe one day, I'll grow up to see it mellow Dimes i never peddled, I settled for reality Growing up real got me wise in mentality, n***a {Hook] [Verse 3: Sadhu] Grow up to be real My man's chill with a humble grill And a mega deal Penicillin shots just to climb up the hill Ain't no kings yet, the sins slept till The royal session is over And I won't stop till I'm blessed like Jehova Over and out, n***as doubt i leave it torn I'm teflon don coming through to bomb like lebanon's calm Shout outs to Pharaoh the Santana Rob D is the G and my n***as with they plan up To succeed and free they caged minds Growing up real just takes mad time Growing up real and I can't unwind Growing up real just too sublime n***a Grow up the be real, what's the deal?