Grown Simba

Ya the type to drown in the fountain of youth, no longer spitting I puke Competition in my way and I hit the Mute Button If I ain't next, ya bout to hear my rebuttal statement I told my mother either way I'm gunna make it Whether it's rapping or to get a degree Cause when it comes to rhyming, I know I ain't the only fish up in the sea But I ain't swimming for a job in this economy Life's a Bitch, but I hope she's good at giving lobotomies From the bottom of the Pit, But I had Passion out that Ditch Until I climbed up out that ditch, then middle finger to that ditch I don't wanna know my future, Tell Ms. Cleo suck a dick And I won't believe it fully until I see Osama's Pic I don't got a Dollar and a Dream, I got a Nickel and a Microphone I Never Sleep as If Freddy Krueger is in my Home I Gotta Keep an Eye Open for these Shallow Ass Haters Tryna Catch me While I'm Smoking Chorus: Where You Going Dolla$? I'm Undecided What you doing Dolla$? I'm just Rhyming (Repeated Again) I told em I'm done Playing, Start thinking again Make em Cry for my respect like they ain't blinking in this bitch Unless they assassinate me for my 16's like Abe Lincoln in this Bitch I'm bout to sell Bathrooms, so I could market my shit Only person I trust is myself, like I burned every bridge Except the One Connecting Brooklyn to Manhattan Cause I remember where I'm from every time that I'm Rapping This is my Final Cut at Being Pro, but funny I ain't acting Rappers bragging bout Balling, they playing NBA Live on Rookie I'm in playing Hall of Fame mode on 2k Beating the 96 Bulls with The Rookie Team I'm the Truth, As if my whole career I wore the Green So what is left, Just a Skinny Kid from the Burgs Cooking up crack on a track enemy's bout to get served Don't care to watch the Bull shit on the TV Screen But you idiot people gunna believe everything Chorus