Grown Ups Lyrics - Dash

Feel this cage when that acid fade 

Face the same but your mind has changed 

You desire a stable home 

I acquire fame at naming hoes 

Contemplating ways of getting dome 

Plotting on my neighbors 

Asking God for favors 

Guess he isn't home 

Probably 'cause that fucking faith I didn't show 

Skippin church, flip the work 

Hit a dirt, like Tommy run it bitch 

Grew up in a home that papa wasn't in 

Came up of of work that my conscience wasn't in 

Either way it goes, a lot is getting hit 

And if it wasn't hoes, then it probably was a lick 

Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin 

Sweaty they ain't dollar top lotto picks 

Promise that I am not the one to fucking plot against 

Love him, but my father ain't my mother fucking friend 

Trying to figure out how to start a mother fucking end 

Trend dodging, keep a bitch by me 

Back roll 

Garbage bag full of sand 

Place myself the rap stale 

Cash is in hand 

Packs get vac sealed 

Like the Tin Man 

Cardiac Stillness 

Missing past real, in it, words make dentists 

Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been 

Never trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends 

Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups 

Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been 

Never trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends 

Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups 

My mama wonder why it never seem to reach 

See my Daddy in the way I'm acting 

And my facial features 

Just trying to put you on 

Dog I came from teachers 

Take the plate and clean it 

Nigga I'm a dog 

Tell her hit or miss me with the fucking monologue 

Lord I can't fight it 

Know I'm tryna brawl 

Get a cop a hog dog chick 

I'm the type of nigga that you cop your raw off 

Popping hoes off 

Grab the board and these niggas call charge 

Chain switches jerseys like it's all star 

Press the on star 

Think it's all lost