[Intro]
Alright, well, alright
[Verse 1]
I say I do it for the love
Bunk bed flow, always one level above
If I’m in ya startin' five you will never need a sub
And I’m never lookin' down so I always know what's up
A picture won't do me J.U.S.T.I.C.E.—League in this bitch
I’ma do me trust this
Patience little label nigga you won't rush this
I got the hammer money sweetie you can’t touch this
I got a revolutionary flow in every scenario
Comin' through ya stereo
Plus my girlfriend booty round like the merry-go
Bitches like, "Where he at?" then be like, "There he go!"
And this verse deserve a burial
Don’t cry for me this ain’t muhfuckin' Mario
Yeah, and Polo isn’t at my session
Mr. Anticipation, I'ma keep you niggas guessin', like
[Chorus]
Okay, okay, I’m grown, I'm grown
Party at my house, but I’m home alone
Doing every single thing my momma wouldn’t condone
Countin' everything I own in my muhfuckin' zone
I’m up too high, somebody come get me down, down, down, down
Said I’m up too high, somebody get me down, down, down, down
[Verse 2]
Look, my ex-girl said she done datin' black guys
She shoulda listened when her white friends advised
But not me, I make your battle ships capsize
Get soaked, get wet, get baptized
I got the full package, a nigga complete
I get bread and eat tracks like lunch meat
But sue me and Ima put you on front street
Probably get your records pushed back like front seats
I’m much more than you fathom he would be
And ain't too many niggas that I’d rather be than me
I guarantee the women gettin' at him would agree
That he should go ahead and put a patent on his G
And I swear these niggas gassed up, even though the price is high
I could own half as much clothin' and be twice as fly
You know my coupe sit super low
Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl
[Chorus]
Okay, okay, I’m grown, I'm grown
Party at my house, but I’m home alone
Doin' every single thing my momma wouldn’t condone
Countin' everything I own in my muhfuckin' zone