Grown Simba

Now I was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

I was fiending for the meals; I ain't talking Burger King

Some of my niggas in the Ville all they did was serve fiends

Fuck scales, I had skills all day rehearsing

Them pretty boys had them gals, spent their time flirting

All they wanted was some waves like they fucking surfing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, I ain't hating, do your thing

I was like a young Simba couldn’t wait to be the King

Now, nigga, it’s the Prince

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

Look at shorty ass, way meaner

Something like Serena mixed with Trina, have you seen her

She fine enough to be Miss Howard, word to Adina

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

Now it's time to eat

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phonies

These niggas heard about me now they acting like they know me

Keep on saying “Where you going nigga”

Shit, there ain't no telling

Ay, where you going nigga

Ay, there ain't no telling

They keep on saying where you going nigga going nigga

There ain't no telling

Can’t tell you where I’m going, just know I won't stop

Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top

Pardon the interruption

A proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary, man

Greedy niggas wouldn’t let me in the cafeteria

Cause they ain't believe, suddenly they Presbyterian

The hoes is librarians, they looking me up

She got a jones like Marion, she licking me up

Then we cut, look how she say my name

I got her moaning J. Cole, they used to say Jermaine

I never change, I'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

I was low just a dolla and some hope fixed me

Cause I was broke plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser

Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercer

I’m a star, Converses

Conversin' with them girls with them curves like cursive

They open like curtains because my shit is unheard of

Like curses on the radio

Same bitches used to play me though

And now they yelling “Where you going nigga”

Shit, there ain't no telling

Ay, where you going nigga

Shit, there ain't no telling

They keep on saying where you going nigga going nigga

There ain't no telling

Can’t tell you where I’m going, just know I won't stop

Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Told my niggas, aye I'm finna put the Ville on the map

I'll be back, and I'm coming with a deal and a plaque

Cause I'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

Me I'm like a young Simba I can't wait to be the King

Witness the dream

Straight out that Carolina water I was brought up

In the city where the skinny niggas tryna be the ballas

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

Sneaking in her crib but her momma never caught us

What they taught us men them bad bitches only want the ballas

The starters, we hooping now the hoes wanna guard us

Okay, so play D, know what I mean

And I put you on the team

Man this life is but a dream

And I need a fast car, bad broads, fast forward passports

I'm a fucking rap star

Ay, Where you going nigga

Shit, there ain't no telling

Yeah, they say this life is but a dream

Well I need a fast car, bad broads, fast forward passports

I'm a fucking rap star

Ay, Where you going nigga

Yeah, there ain't no telling