Grown Ups

(I don't give a fuck)
 (I don't give a fuck, nigga)
 So why'd they evict you, bro?
 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 the dirt like Tommy Drummond bitch
 Grew up in a home that papa wasn't in
 Came up off 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 D-A dollar top lotto picks
 Promise that I am not the one to fucking plot against
 Love him, but my father ain't my motherfucking friend
 Trying to figure out how to start a motherfucking end
 Trend dodging, keep a bitch by me, back roll
 Garbage bag full of xans
 Place myself to rap still, nigga
 Cash is in hand
 Packs get vac sealed like the Tin Man
 Cardiac still missing, is it past real?
 Get it, work make Guinness
 Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
 Never trust these hoes, can'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, can'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 copper hauled off
 Shit, 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 OnStar, think it's all lost
 
 (I don't give a fuck)
 (I don't give a fuck, nigga)
 So why'd they evict you, bro?
 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 the dirt like Tommy Drummond bitch
 Grew up in a home that papa wasn't in
 Came up off 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 D-A dollar top lotto picks
 Promise that I am not the one to fucking plot against
 Love him, but my father ain't my motherfucking friend
 Trying to figure out how to start a motherfucking end
 Trend dodging, keep a bitch by me, back roll
 Garbage bag full of xans
 Place myself to rap still, nigga
 Cash is in hand
 Packs get vac sealed like the Tin Man
 Cardiac still missing, is it past real?
 Get it, work make Guinness
 Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
 Never trust these hoes, can'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, can'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 copper hauled off
 Shit, 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 OnStar, think it's all lost
 
 (I don't give a fuck)
 (I don't give a fuck, nigga)
 So why'd they evict you, bro?
 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 the dirt like Tommy Drummond bitch
 Grew up in a home that papa wasn't in
 Came up off 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 D-A dollar top lotto picks
 Promise that I am not the one to fucking plot against
 Love him, but my father ain't my motherfucking friend
 Trying to figure out how to start a motherfucking end
 Trend dodging, keep a bitch by me, back roll
 Garbage bag full of xans
 Place myself to rap still, nigga
 Cash is in hand
 Packs get vac sealed like the Tin Man
 Cardiac still missing, is it past real?
 Get it, work make Guinness
 Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
 Never trust these hoes, can'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, can'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 copper hauled off
 Shit, 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 OnStar, think it's all lost