Grown Simba

[Verse 1]
Yeah, uh, yeah, real appreciate real
This from the heart, for real, look
See I was born from the hip-hop boom-box, I was born spitting
The day I stop spitting the written
Will be the day Diddy's rims stop spinning
And the dead start living
And the day the devil becomes a Christian
That'll be one cold day in Hell
And it wouldn't even happen if it was 2012
And it isn't 2012 in case you couldn't tell
But, for now, well
I'll just keep doing me whil I'm here by my lonesome
Pokerface thieves talking 'bout I can't hold 'em
He's too focused while I got my momma telling me
It's about time I cracked out my shell like a locust
Ain't no time for the joking
Running this court left and right like the U.S. Open
Or fast-breaking with Odom
And if you hoping that I'm chokin', you're gonna be hopeless
And they saying

[Hook]
Where you going man? Ha, there ain't no telling
They keep on asking, Where you going man?
Ha, there ain't no telling, they talking 'bout
Where you going Einstein? You the one we need
You the reason hip-hop even decided to breathe
But right now, I'm feeling like a grown Simba
Start killing y'all, now I'm doing what I'm meant to do

[Verse 2]
And now I'm feeling like that dude
Everyone seems to want to talk to
Like where you off to?
But when my close friends look at me and look away
That's when it feels awful
"But Einstein, you're so awesome
Is there anything you can't do?
Is there anything you can't handle?"
Well I can't manage to balance all these different talents
But my advantage is stacking trophies on the mantle
So if it means anything in the long run
Better tell me before the song's done
Oh, I see you b-bobbing your heads
But when the track ends, I bet that you forgot what I said
So, should I even keep making these songs?
When nobody plays it twice and no-one sings along?
Well only time will tell
So I'mma continue to walk down this rocky road while they yell

[Hook]