When I Grow Up

[Verse 1:Profet] Currently chasing currency Spot looking like a pharmacy Perc 5s, 10s Oh you need single G's? double G's? Zzz's? Fuck that Want a industry check like LA Reed Fly to Cali, shoot a bird at the LAPD Apparently my flow on antifreeze Heard my plug, ask the plug Can you see over the wheel? Or should I give you my keys? Different color, whatever color you claim nigga You bleed what I bleed Shit, I got wants and needs Needs and wants I want what I want Like I want to walk in the bank All on my own, with two Glock 40s And take out a loan Tell me would I be wrong Keep a bomb for a play Like a nigga going 4th and long You come to the spot Got a bitch that will serve you Look like Nita Long Don't worry about what we be on Got racks the Peewee Longway Might serve you a bell on hump day Tell my ho come meet you on a lunch break Nigga digging my feng shui, ok [Hook] My moma was a trapper Daddy was a trapper My uncle was a trapper What you think I was gon' be? What you think I was gon' be? What you think I was gon' be? What you think I was gon' be? My moma was a trapper My daddy was a trapper It's only right a trapper What you think I was gon' be? What you think I was gon' be? What you think I was gon' be? What you think I was gon' be? [Verse 2:Johnny Cinco] What you think I was gon' be? What you think I was gon' be? Had to grow up in the streets Young nigga raised in the streets Ran through the streets Trapped through the week Serve you a bell Serve you a P Serve you a brick Serve you a dummy Ride with a tommy Oh, what a dummy I got them bells on the way though I got the mailman on payroll We got the police on payroll Money don't move unless we say so We with the mob shit Mob ties, nigga with mob ties Profet is all ties Shit, we all ties Nigga we all ties Choppers, they all hide Choppers come out they all hide I welcome you out to my side We all ride My kind One line Front line Front line Lunch time Crunch time Trap [Hook]