[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 ass man
Big balls, check the size of my gonads man
Open up a can of whoop-ass on this industry, the whole damn can
I do what no man can, not kissin' no man's can
Uh-uh, no kissin' ass, I hate a suck up
Unless I'm gettin' brains from a dame on a plane, suck 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 killer if you push him n***a
Just because you ain't throwin' your motherfuckin' gang up
With the thang tucked, that don't mean that we the same cuz
Blood, step your motherfuckin' 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 bitches like he treat his main, what
Yeah I fuck bitches but me and my woman make love
Straight up
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[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 shit 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 shit, workin' to survive
Stand on my own 2, look a person in the eyes
Grown n***a shit, dig it like the groundskeeper
I ain't fuckin' square and I ain't fuckin' '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 shit
Y'all kick it with no goals, y'all be on that punk shit
We do what we want, shit, we out here tryin' to function
Out here tryin' to fuck shit up, tryin' to run shit
Get your weight up, y'all ain't lookin' too strong
Little ass 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
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