[Intro]
(You stupid-ass lil' boy)

[Verse 1]
That money don't you realer, money don't you real, nah
It's all about what you do when you get it, that money might make you different
See, that money gon' come with feelings (That money gon' come with feelings, dog)
Soon as you say no (Real), they forget about the times you did it (Real)
Know I'm stayin' low, gotta stack this shit to the ceiling, my mind on a million
Don't ask me why I been distant, I'm puttin' shit aside for the children
Puttin' my life on the line, I did it (I did it), n***a, I'm past that (I'm past that)
I'm still frontline for my n***as, where was your ass at? (Real)
You all in the mix, n***a, back back (Real)
Bag touched down, told 'em back back
I'm back to the driveway (Come on)
A few thousand B's on the highway (Yeah)
We count this shit up at the hideaway (Yeah)
We fuck with them birds, they fly away
Swear to God I just need my space
I feel like the one who produced LaFace (Yeah)
Done smoked me a zip, I poured me an eight
Shit, I'll be good
Brand-new horse on the hood, brand-new house by the lake (Come on)
I'm thinkin' 'bout goin' to move to the A (Yeah)
Or maybe the H, or I should just fuck with LA (LA)
Got so much cake, they do what I say
Like literally, do what I say
And I'll have a bitch from Vegas walk to the Bay
We fuckin' today, can't go on a date (For real)
[Chorus]
Fuck that all that lil' boy shit, n***a, it's time to grow up (For real)
They ain't believe me when I told 'em had to grind to show up (For real)
It's all about how you maintain, 'cause your grind'll slow up (I swear)
Get hit with a brick of—, make a dog out a pup

[Verse 2]
That wouldn't really make no sense
If I sit and be content when it ain't shit out here but chips (For real)
All I gotta do is dip (Yeah)
I wanted to be like 40 'cause I just wanted to be legit (Yeah)
Sometimes, I think 'bout Cook and Ty, all them times we took them trips (Yeah)
All them days I sat in that spot, all them times I pled the Fifth (Yeah)
Must really had God on my side, got caught red-handed with that stick
It's either the streets or this, n***a, you take your pick
But I'ma tell you just like this
This bitch took everything I love, the streets ain't shit
PTSD, man, for real, I be surprised I ain't got no twitch (Yeah)
N***a, I took everything on the chin, and, n***a, I took all my licks
N***a tellin' me you ain't got pape', better get out here and take you a risk (Real)
Every time I needed it, I had my faith, n***a ain't really done gave me shit

[Chorus]
Fuck that all that lil' boy shit, n***a, it's time to grow up (Time to grow up)
They ain't believe me when I told 'em had to grind to show up (For real)
It's all about how you maintain, 'cause your grind'll slow up (Better stack it)
Get hit with a brick of—, make a dog out a pup