All Growed Up

[Intro]
Hahaha
Ah, ah (yeah)
Ah

[Verse 1]
And you can call me killer (ah), holy cow I'm merking it
Y'all are pretty certain but I am absolutely sure of it
Most don't even see me like they vision kinda blurred a bit
And those that do, I overheard them sayin' that they scared of it, yeah
Swagger so untypical (ah), have an atheist swear to god he feelin' spiritual
I'm Praying for the haters though, they gon' need a miracle
And Imma need a record deal, a model and a TV show

[Verse 2]
Pretty please with a cherry on top of it (ah)
Ice cream paint job, inside chocolate (oh)
Check it out G, I swear that I can see it now
Laughing with Olivier and throwin' fuckin' money 'round
Buy it cause I'm worth it or buy it for the sex appeal (yeah)
The smile fake but you best believe the rest is real
Whoa, I'm on some way different other things (hah), like OMG
What the fuck got into me?

[Chorus]
Could give a damn about the fame (yeah)
The glitz or the glamor
The money or the chains
I do it cause I am it and I'll take that to the grave
I'm all growed up, shit will never be the same

[Post-Chorus]
What comes out of the mouth of Satan
His words
Well we're gonna see that in just a moment

[Verse 3]
I'm comin' with that twenty twelve attitude (yup)
I kill it like there's no tomorrow (oh)
An old fool once told me that all time is borrowed
So hold your breath if you drowning in your sorrows
And haters take a deep one, y'all gon' need a snorkel
They all about the money like humans is hard, uh
I'm from another planet and I'm all 'bout my Starbucks
Ah shucks, not even trying and it's super good
Super fucking duper cool, the guy you always knew you should

[Verse 4]
Get to know before he got too famous
Now those same people are my biggest haters, look
Yeah, I'm a rapper, when I rap man I ghost 'em
I am Batman, Kieth Ledger on my sofa
You a joker (yeah), smile big bitch
Mr. Freeze outfit, ice on my wrist bitch
Y'all is on fire and I barely sweat (ah)
Got your face all fucked up, ugh Harvey Dent bitch

[Chorus]
Could give a damn about the fame
The glitz or the glamor
The money or the chains
I do it cause I am it and I'll take that to the grave
I'm all growed up, shit will never be the same

[Post-Chorus]
What comes out the mouth of the beast, the ungodly governed
(White Peaks)

[Verse 5]
I smoke a blunt with O.V
He like “Mac, what you tryin' for?” (Heh)
I wanna whip so depressed, suicide doors
Yeah, and he's lookin' at me laughing like he know we gonna make 'em break (break)
Like a traffic light
Stop, the rumors and the gossip, jealous motherfuckers only got two options:
(What)
Get with it, or get into the coffin with your kicks all fresh and your head all rotten

[Verse 6]
Wow, I'm runnin' this (yeah), without a bead of sweat (nope)
They sayin' take a drink (ah), but I ain't need it yet, nah
And you know I stay super late, the girls run from you and come to me, I got a cuter face
Black Ferrari, yellow striped engine in the back of it
Shotgun seat reserved for the baddest bitch (yuh)
Yeah ok I got it, I'm Tom Mac-fucking-Donald (uh)
All growed up but I'm still drinkin' out the bottle, huh

[Chorus]
Could give a damn about the fame
The glitz or the glamor
The money or the chains
I do it cause I am it and I'll take that to the grave
I'm all growed up, shit will never be the same

[Post-Chorus]
Only pride yourself
What comes out the mouth of the false profit
Poison, you see, that's what it is
And it'll damned men's souls