Grown Simba

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Yeah

Yeah, uh

Now I was dreamin' 'bout a deal at the age of 13

I was fiendin' for the mils, I ain't talkin' 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 they time flirting

All they wanted was some waves like they fucking surfing

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

I was like a young Simba, couldn't wait to be the king

Now, a nigga is the prince

Hopped over the fence where the grass way greener

Look at shawty ass, way meaner

Somethin' 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 lettin' all my niggas grab a plate

Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phonies

These niggas heard about me, now they're actin' like they know me

Keep on sayin', "Where you goin', nigga?"

Shit, it ain't no tellin', huh, yeah

"Ayy, where you goin', nigga?"

Ayy, it ain't no tellin', yeah

They keep on sayin', "Where you goin', nigga?" Goin', nigga

Ayy, it ain't no tellin', yeah

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

Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top, uh

Pardon the interruption

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

Greedy niggas wouldn't let me in the cafeteria-n

'Cause they ain't believed, suddenly they Presbyterian

The hoes are librarians, they're lookin' me up

She got a jones like Marion, she lickin' me up

Then we cut, look how she say my name

I got her moanin' "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 dollar 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, 'cause my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio

Same bitches used to play me, though

Now, they're yellin', "Where you goin', nigga?"

Shit, it ain't no tellin', huh, yeah

"Ayy, where you goin', nigga?"

Shit, it ain't no tellin', yeah

They keep on sayin', "Where you goin', nigga?" Goin', nigga

It ain't no tellin', yeah

I can't tell you where I'm goin', just know I won't stop

Goodbye to the bottom (yeah), hello to the top, yeah

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

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

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

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

Pourin' 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 thing

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 ballers

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

Sneakin' in her crib, but her mama never caught us

What they taught us? Man, them bad bitches only want the ballers and starters

We hoopin', now the hoes wanna guard us

Uh, okay, so play D, know what I mean?

And I, I, I'll put you on the team

Man, this life is but a dream and I need a fast car

Bad broads, fast-forward, passport, I'm a fuckin' rap star

"Ayy, where you goin', nigga?"

Shit, it ain't no tellin', yeah

They say this life is but a dream, well, I need a fast car

Bad broads, fast forward, passport, I'm a fuckin' rap star

"Ayy, where you goin', nigga?"

Yeah, it ain't no tellin'