Grown Up Life

I'm trying to make sure my ends meet up

But I can't do it with my two feet up

Tell me 'bout it yo

And I ain't ready for no kids and a wife

Man I ain't ready for no grown up life

Tell me 'bout it yo

I'm trying to make sure my bills get paid

But shit ain't working working minimum wage

Tell me 'bout it yo

And I ain't ready for no kids and a wife

Man I ain't ready for no grown up life

Tell me 'bout it yo

Six O'clock I'm up for work I'm still tired

But if I'm late again I'll probably get fired

Even though it gets depressin'

When you're stuck in a recession

Its a blessin' in itself to be hired

But it still sucks working here I can't lie

Broke as hell thinking about the shit I can't buy

Hoping for an opportunity to knock

But I'm always on the clock

So I'd miss it if it came by

Feel like I'm waisting my time

I should be writing a rhyme

Instead of waiting around

What am I doing?

I'm chasing a dream that I believe in

My girlfriends mama telling her to leave him

Cause he ain't worth shit unless he sign a deal

I see my window open and it's seeming kind of real

I put in all my chip before it was even time to deal

So if I don't win the hand y'all know how I'mma feel

I'm trying to make sure my ends meet up

But I can't do it with my two feet up

Tell me 'bout it yo

And I ain't ready for no kids and a wife

Man I ain't ready for no grown up life

Tell me 'bout it yo

I'm trying to make sure my bills get paid

But shit ain't working working minimum wage

Tell me 'bout it yo

And I ain't ready for no kids and a wife

Man I ain't ready for no grown up life

Tell me 'bout it yo

Feel like I'm working all day and all night

And every day feel like a struggle and a fight

But I know if I was big, rocking shows playing gigs

I could live yo cause I just want to write

But its tough as a full time student

Trying to force myself to focus and just buckle down and do it

Staring at the clock all day to get through it

While it's costing me a fortune by the minute shit is stupid

I'm sitting through class writing songs on my phone

Teachers thinking I be texting but it's music on my dome

I'm always in the back row sitting all alone cause

Well honestly I work better on my own

And life's passing me by I ain't plan it

Paint the picture of my struggle most of y'all won't understand it

And having money problems isn't very grown mannish

But I know if I was big all my problems would vanish

I'm trying to make sure my ends meet up

But I can't do it with my two feet up

Tell me 'bout it yo

And I ain't ready for no kids and a wife

Man I ain't ready for no grown up life

Tell me 'bout it yo

I'm trying to make sure my bills get paid

But shit ain't working working minimum wage

Tell me 'bout it yo

And I ain't ready for no kids and a wife

Man I ain't ready for no grown up life

Tell me 'bout it yo