When I Grow Up

Lyrics:
[Hook] (x2)
When I grow up
I wanna be a baller, a Benz-driving rich shot caller
When I grow up
I wanna be like Jordan and Kobe on the court with my homies, said
When I grow up
I wanna be a rapper, a sold out stadium packer
When I grow up
I wanna run my city, like Pac, Nas, Jay and Biggie

Make money like Diddy

[Verse 1]
Most people only got two dreams in this life
But ain't got no means
So we hustle all day tryin' to stock that green
End up hittin' that mall to cop them jeans, I gots to

Most of us don't care about school
We don't care about rules, still we very smart, clearly not fools
Section 8 was a scary spot too
So we snuck into the Marriott pool and got wild too

Most of us don't follow all the politics
Too busy caught up in our sorrow to acknowlege it
I got homies that ain't never went to college
But they makin' more money than my father with a doctorate

Most of us think money is success
Thinkin' out the box got me stressed
Man I wanna be the best but I never thought that'd mean smaller checks
Than my peers, but I swear I got next

Cause when I show up
I can feel they eyes on me
All the women start vibin' off me
Haters in the crowd always wanna get down
Mean muggin' tryin' hard to get a rise out of me

But when I blow up
I'mma get moms that Jag
I'mma go and spend time with my dad
Travel around the world with the people that I love
Celebratin' man what a good life that we have, said

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, never thought I'd do what I love for a livin'
If I didn't rap I'd be in that kitchen, baggin' up hard drugs for a livin'
Naw, but it sounds good I used to try to sound hood

'Til I figured out it didn't make me different
It'd be a total waste of my vision
Now I'm worth more than gold, way these people all crave for a listen
Sittin' on the beach, hear the waves in the distance

Oh Santa Monica, the city of the heartbroken
Most of my homies still here but they hearts stolen
Tell me how'd we let go of our dreams when we grew up so close to the lights? Yeah

People grind for this chance
Shit, they'd die for this chance
Man, at least take a roll of the dice, hit it twice look
Makin' history take a long time, and
I ain't got nothin' but time, I love the irony

Girlfriends get caught up in the whirlwind
Heard you said that I'm fucked in the head
Still you hit me on the reg' to get fucked in my bed, but
That's too much to get done before the world ends

Yeah, I said that in twenty twelve
My karma sucks I should be burned in twenty hells
Luckily, I went ahead and changed my life
Done waiting, time to make things right, cause

[Hook]

[Outro]
When I, when I, when I, when I grow up (x4)
When I grow up
I wanna run my city, like Pac, Nas, J and Biggie
Make money like Diddy (x3)
Won't stop, won't stop, won't stop