When I Grow Up (Remix) By NF - Lyrics.lol

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NFWhen I Grow Up (Remix)[Verse 1: NF]Yeah, when I grow up, you know what I wanna be?Take a seat, let me tell you my ridiculous dreamsI wanna rap, yeah, I know it's hard to believeAnd I can tell you're already thinkin' I will never succeedBut I'm okay with it, I admit the lyrics are weakI've been workin' on 'em, I'll be good eventuallyI understand you gotta crawl before you get to your feetBut I been running for a while, they ain't ready for me, ahhI know this prolly isn't really realisticAnd honestly, I might not ever make a differencеBut that don't make a differencе, I'ma have to risk itI've been crunchin' numbers, you ain't gotta be a mathematicianTo see the odds ain't rootin' for meI can't lie though, it's kinda how I like it to beThe underdog, yeah, you prolly think you know what I meanBut what I'm saying is they ever push me, I'm gonna swing, yeahI could go to college, get in debt like everybody elseGraduate and prolly get a job that doesn't pay the billsThat don't make a lot of sense to me, forget the Happy MealsI don't like the dollar menu, I would rather make a mealHuh? Make a mil'? Nah, I said make a mealHome-cookin', get the grill, how you want it? Pretty well?Everything I see is overdone to me, I'm not AdeleBut I'ma get a record deal and say hello to mass appeal[Chorus]When I grow up, I just want to pay my billsRappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah)I just want to make a couple mil'Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah)I just want to sign a record dealMaybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah)Might not be the best in my fieldBut I guarantee that I'ma die realWhen I grow up[Verse 2: Logic]I been knockin' doors down like a Jehovah witnessGod as my witness, I'm with thisBut on the real, I think I need another witness!If it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldn't change a thingLight skin mothafucka certified as a house n***aWell I'll be God damned, go figureIn my blood is the slave and the masterIt's like the devil playin' spades with the pastorBut he was born with the white privilege!Man, what the fuck is that?White people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin' with his toysI should be ashamed to be blackAnd some black people look ashamed when I rapLike my great granddaddy didn’t take a whip to the backNot accepted by the black or the whiteI don't give a fuck, praise God, I could see the lightEverybody talkin' 'bout race this, race thatI wish I could erase that, face factsEverybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need somethingEverybody love, everybody know, how it goEverybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need somethingEverybody love, everybody know[Chorus]When I grow up, I just want to pay my billsRappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah)I just want to make a couple mil'Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah)I just want to sign a record dealMaybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah)Might not be the best in my fieldBut I guarantee that I'ma die realWhen I grow up[Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shootersWe jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers (Brap, brap)A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no musicGuess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics (Buck, buck)I never lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losersAnd all my life want the food when it's supper time and the juice (Brap, brap)But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose itAnd strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t (Buck, buck)Walk in the trap like a boss, oohHo, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, oohPretty, with a face full of scarsAll they did was build me up, tried to take me apart (Buck, buck, buck)They ain't ever wanna celebrate like you have a labelCall the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena (Yeah, yeah, yeah)All you n***as sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and LaterJolly Rancher, stick of bubblegum, it's watermelon flavored (Woo, woo, woo!)Get the paper, I'ma (Celebrate) on the cornerHeard you n***as got the juice, but I got CoronaGot a little Spanish bitch, I call her mariconaJoyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna (Woo, woo, woo!)Yeah, I make you n***as (Elevate)All you new n***as don't do it for me, look (Woah)Bitch I'm the professor, you a student to me, woahDesigner shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (Ayy)All we do is win, you a loser to meRappers wanna[Chorus]When I grow up, I just want to pay my billsRappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah)I just want to make a couple mil'Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah)I just want to sign a record dealMaybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah)Might not be the best in my fieldBut I guarantee that I'ma die realWhen I grow up[Verse 4: Eminem]Let me explain just how to make greatnessStraight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break it downAin't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I'm 'boutTo rape the alphabet, I may raise some browsIf I press the issue just to get the anger out (Brrr!)Full magazine could take Staples outSavage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank accountBut bitch, I'm off the chain like Kala BrownMotherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitchI'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin'My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y'all areTo give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion of youYou mention me, millions of views, attention in newsI mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for youBillions of views, your ten cents are twoSkim through the music to give shit reviewsTo get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuseDon't get misconstrued, business as us'Shit-list renewed, so get shit to doOr get dissed 'cause I just don't getWhat the fuck half the shit is that you're listenin' toDo you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flowEveryone copies though? Prob'ly noGet this fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo, adiósI can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me thoughNot even dissin', it just ain't for meAll I am simply is just an emceeMaybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea (Get it?)Maybe your cup's full of syrup and leanMaybe I need to stir up shit, preferablyShake the world up if it were up to mePaul wants me to chill, y'all want me to illI should eat a pill, probably I willOld me killed the new me, watch him bleed to deathI breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breathPossibly I'm dead, I must be possessedLike an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L ("Evil" spelled)[Chorus]When I grow up, I just want to pay my billsRappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah)I just want to make a couple mil'Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah)I just want to sign a record dealMaybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah)Might not be the best in my fieldBut I guarantee that I'ma die realWhen I grow up