Return of the Trill Album

Artist(s): Bun B

Cover Art

Bun B Return of the Trill Cover Art

Tracklist

Trill Over Everything

length: 4:35

Recognize

length: 3:03

KnoWhatImSayin

length: 3:53
It's a Big E Beat!

My paint is like, damn! ?
My rims is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
My trunk is like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
My roof is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My tooth is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
The truth, we like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!

This that "Man, hold up!" ****, that styrofoam cup ****
That 84's and vogue flows that *****s can't **** wit'
Tippin' on fo'fos ****, slammin' Cadillac doors ****
That, "Not only is it real, but it's realer than your ****!"
Woodgrain wheel and the candy paint mandatory
If you're from that Texas, you already understand the story
Money, cups and swangas (swangas), tops chopped with that trunk lit
Chunk a deuce with fingers (fingers), boy, we ain't on that punk ****!
[?] veteran that ain't too many better than
Say he wanna dance with the devil, then **** it, let him in!
We don't bar *****s, droppin' bars while we on barre
Yeah, you might be on, *****, but you know you ain't on par!
When I pull up on a ***** ***** with that chrome bar
Shut his slab down, he gon' have to call up OnStar
Sippin' drank, candy paint, them Texas boys started that
Hate and I put one between your numbers like a quarterback!

My paint is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My rims is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
My trunk is like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
My roof is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My tooth is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
The truth, we like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!

H-Town, Texas, yeah, these boys ain't playin'
Underground Kingz, we the kings of this land
Stand tall for the trill, still represent right
RIP Pimp C, poppin' trunk, showin' lights
Still on that Westheimer, five gallons of the gloss
In Event, bangin' ol' flows from the Swishahouse
Wrist lit up, your ***** on my ****, hoe, get up!
Drinkin' drank by the pint, tryin' to sit up
Don't pull your **** up when you see me, 'cause it's fatal
I'm in my drop 5/9 watchin' cable, newest one out the stable
No labels, black-owned 'til I'm gone
Still comin' through Acres Homes like it's money on my phone
I'm a grown-*** boss, still like to floss
For two decades straight I've been pullin' out!
Paint cost 20 grand, got 'em lookin' like, "Damn!"
Down in H-Town, I'm the man, hold up!

My paint is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My rims is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
My trunk is like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
My roof is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My tooth is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
The truth, we like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!

95 degrees in the city, the top vanish
L-Dog covered in chrome, my Lac's Spanish
Paint job still ain't right? Then keep sprayin'
'Cause I'm comin' through, drippin' that candy, know what I'm sayin'?
Martin Luther, call him the King, 'cause this is playground
Slab doors, leather and 4's, this why they hatin' now!
Roll up, guess who 'bout to show up
Pull up on they *** and make 'em throw up, hold up!
Southside holdin', no playin'
Come through in that pretty mutha****a like, man!
Texas *****s stand, *****, I'm Don Ke
Ain't gon' never find another slab ***** like me!
713, ain't no secret what I claim
Got a trunk full of speakers, *****s, diamonds on his chain
*****, I go insane, crawlin' on them thangs
'Cause we twistin on that gas and we drinkin' purple rain, hold up!

Outta Season

length: 4:18

Traphandz

length: 4:20
Trap hands, trap hands, yes

Trap hands, hallelujah
I run this ****, Rick The Ruler
I'm gettin' *****es, stackin' mula
Trap hands, hallelujah
Trap hands, hallelujah
I run this ****, Rick The Ruler
I'm gettin' *****es, stackin' mula
Trap hands, hallelujah
Trap hands, hallelujah
I run this ****, Rick The Ruler
I'm gettin' *****es, stackin' mula
Trap hands, hallelujah

What's up my G? You must be new up in the trap
So let me tell you how they do up in the trap
They rep the south and bang that Screw up in the trap
And they gon' sip more than a motha****in' two up in the trap
You see them boys is comin' down up in the trap
They poppin' trunk, bangin' surround up in the trap
They got them bricks and got them pounds up in the trap
Don't **** around because them boys'll lay you down up in the trap
You see I'm from the trap, and I done done the trap
And boy when I was in the trap I used to run the trap
And just 'cause you from the hood don't mean you from the trap
But if you are then put them trap hands up and thunder clap

Trap hands, hallelujah
I run this ****, Rick The Ruler
I'm gettin' *****es, stackin' mula
Trap hands, hallelujah
Trap hands, hallelujah
I run this ****, Rick The Ruler
I'm gettin' *****es, stackin' mula
Trap hands, hallelujah

Everything I touch, it turn to gold
Built my whole career in front of the stove
Duckin' DA and FBI while I was sellin' O's
Nothin' but mini choppers, Dracos and extendos at my shows (yeah)
I'm a gangsta and I rap for gangstas, this that gangsta ****
Took my rap check, went and bought some bricks, that's that hustlin' ****
Yeah, that's that hustlin' ****, yeah, you on some sucka ****
Yeah, they don't benefit, yeah, I can't **** with it
I used to cook up in the trap, write my verses in the trap
You get nervous in the trap 'cause you ain't 'bout it, they just cap
****in' *****es in the trap, I'm from the trenches and the trap
Killin' rats so all snitches come up missin' in the trap

Trap hands, hallelujah
I run this ****, Rick The Ruler
I'm gettin' *****es, stackin' mula
Trap hands, hallelujah
Trap hands, hallelujah
I run this ****, Rick The Ruler
I'm gettin' *****es, stackin' mula
Trap hands, hallelujah

I barely made the flight from here to Gangsta Paradise
To rearview mirror pair of dice to Benihana extra rice
I make them clap their hands when I fill up arenas
Had a felony before the misdemeanor, make 'em kiss the ring-a (true)
I had a handkerchief filled with dirty snot
Had a dirty Glock, cowards killed my partna in the parkin' lot
All they did was watch, them folks call the cops
Yeah I'm from the trap, from the corner lot
Mud in the soda pop
Came up out the mud, I was 'posed to rot
Then I switched it up, started snappin' like a photo op'
Terminator, Robocop, elevate the muscle car
Got a foreign broad just to match with the foreign car

Trap hands, hallelujah
I run this ****, Rick The Ruler
I'm gettin' *****es, stackin' mula
Trap hands, hallelujah
Trap hands, hallelujah
I run this ****, Rick The Ruler
I'm gettin' *****es, stackin' mula
Trap hands, hallelujah

Blood on the Dash

length: 4:17
I think there's blood on the dashboard of this old school
Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
I think there's blood on the dashboard of this old school
Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh

Late night in the Caddy, just rollin' through the hood
Known to act bad, but tonight it's all good
Just picked up a Michael Vick of that dro
Can't wait to get to the crib so I can blow
Half a mile away from the house, I hit Valero
Grab a couple packs of some 'rillos and a Modelo
Roll one up and throw the 'bacco out the window
Pull out of the parkin' lot and fire up the indo
Inhale, goddamn, big puffs of smoke
Exhale, now it's time to take another toke
But in the rearview, man, I can see me some headlights
Next thing you know, the ****in' blue and the red lights
These streets never have police patrollin' em
When they supposed to, now I'm lookin' for the Ozium
Tryna stash the weed somewhere he can't see
That's when I realized that I got my pistol on me
Goddamn

There might be blood on the dashboard of this old school
Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
There might be blood on the dashboard of this old school
Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh

Officer man, I'm a part of the police force
But I don't walk or beat or ride on a police horse
In my patrol car late night ridin'
Workin' in the same community that I reside in
I saw the pain in the city and couldn't stand it
Crimes committed and no one was reprimanded
The conditions in my city was gettin' bad
So I hit the academy and walked away with a badge
I need to piss so I stop at the Valero
I see a guy buyin' some Swishers and a Modelo
Please don't light it up 'til you're home, that's what I'm hopin'
That's when I see him dump his tobacco and start smokin'
I pull up right behind him and hit the light
If he admit he got some weed I'ma let him make it tonight
As long as there's no warrants and he's legal in the streets
That's when I see him reach under his motha****in' seat, goddamn

I see the blood on the dashboard of this old school
Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
I ses the blood on the dashboard of this old school
Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh

I pull over to the side tryna stay calm
Whole car smellin' like fire, straight napalm
I know my gun ain't got no bodys
Got haters up off me but ain't shot nobody
Should I tell him I'm packin' but ain't got no 'plex?
Or just let him find that ho and wait and see what's next
What if he's a killer cop like I've seen on the news?
Should I shoot his *** first? Goddamn, I'm confused

Okay I checked his plates and they came back clean
But I still better call some backup to the scene
I don't know what he was reachin' for so I'm feelin' nauseous
I just wanna make it home so I'm tryna be cautious
Got a couple of arrests, but ain't no convictions
Get out the squad car and my adrenaline kicks in
So not knowin' if he's committed any prior harm
I walk up to his car with my hand on my firearm

Myself

length: 4:12

Rudeboi

length: 4:05
Yeah you know
October
Oh, I

Bless, and you'll be respected
Respect the ways of the old
'Cause when a rudeboy has no place for acceptance
The day Selassie I come
Hear me now

Check, check, check out my melody
I got the killer flow, call it lyrical felony
I got more melanin than Melanie
So motha**** what a ****boy is tellin' me
I'm lit so they inhalin' me
Since I'm iller, no man be triller
No woman no cry, **** her, I didn't feel love
Past the plantain, take a shot of tequila
Selector, come back, rewind, now wheeler
I get respect on every road that I travel on
'Cause me not deal with the ****ery of Babylon
Them haffi know me, I the don, no lie
So mandem back off when we walk by, Selassie I

Bless, and you'll be respected
Respect the ways of the old
'Cause when a rudeboy has no place for acceptance
The day Selassie I come
Hear me now

We comin' straight from the motherland
And it's designed for the mind of my brother man
Who put it together, no other man
And we came to tell it to the world, we can't keep it undercover, man
Roots and culture, shaped up and sculptured
No you can't have it back, you *****claat vulture
You're dealin' bombaclaat business, don't test me now
'Cause man a real shotta, boy, you no stress me now
Pass the ganja, inhale the flavor
Praise the most high, boy respect your savior
Rudeboy behavior, second to none
Mandem run when I pum-pum-pum-pum, Selassie I, go

Bless, and you'll be respected (yeah)
Respect the ways of the old
'Cause when a rudeboy has no place for acceptance (what up)
The day Selassie I come
Hear me now

Murder!
Grew up such a rudeboy, now me just a rudeman
I am not a human, pocket full of blue man
Walkin' 'pon the stars gets me higher than a moon man
Send him to his ancestors, family reunion
Young Mula, *****, them no more run with mi squadron
Dem say dem some goons, what's a goon to a goblin?
Underground King, Likkle Wayne, dreadlock Rasta
She say she a queen, she play games, she play possum
Tunechi got no ceilings, yeah, but Tunechi got more millions
The snake on me two billion, the **** with the reptilian
Hit you from your blindside, got goons in your peripheral
Bun B a legend, period, rest in peace Pimp, I sip for you
Bless

And you'll be respected
Respect the ways of the old
'Cause when a rudeboy has no place for acceptance
The day Selassie I come
Hear me now

Hoes From da Hood

length: 3:37
Man Beatking

Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side

Got some hoes from the hood, and they straight up out the ghetto
They don't listen to no punk rock, pop, or heavy metal
All they listen to is Boosie, smokin' on a loosie
Their attitude is bad but their coochie real juicy
Got some hoes from the hood, and they straight up out the trap
If you comin' at 'em wrong guaranteed they finna snap
They make their *** clap when they drop it to the floor
And they gon' bust it open, soon as they hit the door
Got some hoes from the hood, man and they don't plan on leavin'
Long as they can get their nails done and their hair weavin'
****, they gon' keep it G, rep the city like they should
Don't get out of line, they wish a motha****a would

Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side

Got some hoes from the hood, and they all about the money
'Cause they gotta pay them bills, ain't a damn thing funny
Their kids need some school clothes and brand new shoes
So they gon' bounce that *** and try to make a ***** choose
Got some hoes from the hood, and they all about the bread
So you gon' have to pay to get some ***** or some head
'Cause they don't **** for free, unless it's their baby daddy
So you better drop them coins before she hops off in your Caddy
Got some hoes from the hood, and they all about finnessin'
Take your money and your jewelry before you done undressin'
So you gon' learn a lesson and it's for your own good
They gon' catch you slippin' *****, just like they should

Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side

Yo, hol' up
Got some hoes from the hood.\, groupie twerkin' at that Onyx
For those twenties, fifties, hundreds, tattoos on her stomach
She don't want the conversation, she's just tryin' to get paid
If you lame she gonna tell you to hit up [?]
Got some hoes from the hood. groupie gone off them pills
Gettin' skinny than a *****, ratchet ho, you need to chill
Dude livin' in your house, he ain't even payin' bills
But that ain't none of my business, I want some top, what's the deal?
Got some hoes from the hood, groupie all about their cheese
Just started strippin', got those bruises on her knees
Ho, throw that *** back, make a ***** run
If you ain't finna **** Zilla then you ain't finna **** Bun

Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
Got some hoes from the hood, that live to keep it live
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side
From the back (back), to the front (front) and to the side
Got some hoes from the hood, from the hood, from the hood

Slow It Down

length: 3:30
Rolling around, my window barely down
Smokin' to ease the stress
Sunshine on my chrome while the woofer sounds
Sometime the rain's the best when we blow it down
Blow it down, blow it down
When we slow it down, slow it down, slow it down
The rain's the best when we

Late night when it's quiet and the grind slow (slow)
When I wanna just relax and let my mind go (go)
I grab some kind dro' and roll it up and light (roll it up and light)
Then sit back and try to not get too excited (too excited)
I don't talk loud (loud), I don't move fast (fast)
Kill your *** out before you let the mood pass
Catch a vibe while you can when you get one (one)
Then sit back and hit the square 'til the **** done (done)
Shotgun, gas mask **** or just a beat
You can roll one for you but this one's just for me
I cut some corners by myself 'cause I don't need a crowd (crowd)
All I need is a lighter and a pack of loud (loud)
Yeah I smoke with you but right now I'ma smoke with me (me)
And when I'm done baby you could take a toke with me (me)
But for now it's just me takin' it easy p's
Smokin' on trees and partaking in some CBDs

Rolling around, my window barely down
Smokin' to ease the stress
Sunshine on my chrome while the woofer sounds
Sometime the rain's the best when we blow it down
Blow it down, blow it down
When we slow it down, slow it down, slow it down
The rain's the best when we

I'm ridin' solo, baby, one deep in the whip (whip)
With a big fat swisher sweet up on my lip (lip)
I'm on them backstreets, where one time never go (go)
So I'm about to get bent, you already know (know)
I light it up and take a deep pull to my chest (chest)
And God damn this that good, nothin' but the best (best)
I try to hold it in but can't 'cause it's too strong (strong)
I blow it out but by then a ***** too gone (gone)
Man, I been smokin' since Cheech Marin met Tommy Chong
But hit me with that real potent kill and I be gone (gone)
The **** that I be on, it put the best to bed (bed)
The one hitter you gon' need somewhere to rest your head (head)
Sometimes I just get my pen and fill it up with wax
Take a couple puffs to the head and just relax
I got the loudest of the packs but I'm quiet though
Laid back, livin' in the moment, you know how it go

Rolling around, my window barely down
Smokin' to ease the stress
Sunshine on my chrome while the woofer sounds
Sometime the rain's the best when we blow it down
Blow it down, blow it down
When we slow it down, slow it down, slow it down
The rain's the best when we

Never Going Back

length: 4:40
I used to live up in the projects, in a duplex
Even a shotgun shack
And man I'm never goin' back
I used to be out on the block late night
Dark alleys with a pocket full of crack
And man I'm never goin' back
I had friends turned to foes, hid behind closed doors
Plottin' on me for my stacks
And man I'm never goin' back
'Cause I've never been as blessed as I am right now
And that's a motha****in' fact
So I'm never goin' back

I lived more in one life than your whole family tree
Now I'm ready to be the man that life demands me to be
I'm down to take the wheel and drive so go on and hand me the key
And when it's done everyone gon' really understand he's a G
I'm never bitin' off more than I can chew
And I tolerate you suckas even if I can't stand you
Not only am I a man but I'm the band and a brand too
So I understand the kind of **** these haters can hand you
I seen a lot of pain and struggle, hardships in my days (days)
And the devil comin' at me all kind of ****in' ways (ways)
There was plays when the lick went bad
We had to draw down no honor amongst thieves, they hate and bring the law down
Cutthroat savages, kill you and make sandwiches
Promise this world got more drama than you can manage, ****
Somehow I fought my way up out of the zoo
Then turned around and said "********** you"
'Cause man I'm never goin' back

I used to live up in the projects, in a duplex
Even a shotgun shack
And man I'm never goin' back
I used to be out on the block late night
Dark alleys with a pocket full of crack
And man I'm never goin' back
I had friends turned to foes, hid behind closed doors
Plottin' on me for my stacks
And man I'm never goin' back
'Cause I've never been as blessed as I am right now
And that's a motha****in' fact
So I'm never goin' back

Stack proper, stat popper
I just landed, in the black choppa
And the chat stopper, pop-pop, strapped proper
In that black cabinet is the fat copper
Give a little take and then what you got
Pockets gettin' raped, *****s gettin' shot
Think 'cause we got cake, *****s gettin' soft
Any disrespect, *****s gettin' boxed
If they bring that plate *****s gettin' scoffed
Pull up like police, *****s gettin' stopped
Drag him out the car, *****s gettin' chopped
Punch him in the mouth, *****s gettin' socked
Even when you're tryin' *****s never listen
Always kinda dissin', but you're never decent
And we just moving different, so you just get distant
I'm just too persistent, but just got resisted
Grab my little daughter and my son and kissed 'em
Not a day goes by when I ain't tryin' to lift 'em
Think a ***** stupid man I clocked the system
Bun just hit me up and then he got assistance

I used to live up in the projects, in a duplex
Even a shotgun shack
And man I'm never goin' back
I used to be out on the block late night
Dark alleys with a pocket full of crack
And man I'm never goin' back
I had friends turned to foes, hid behind closed doors
Plottin' on me for my stacks
And man I'm never goin' back
'Cause I've never been as blessed as I am right now
And that's a motha****in' fact
So I'm never goin' back

U a Bitch

length: 4:24
Pourin' mo'
My family and uh stackin' up paper this paper high as the uh, you know?
Owe it to all, you know, I know it already
That's what it's really about but uh all this old **** here
If I wasn't rappin' I'd still be doin' this old **** here, you know?
This ain't nothin' but materialistic, you know?
Knowledge is power
I'm about makin' some money man, you know?
Let's put this **** together, get some real paper

I been a real street ***** way longer than I remember
Grindin' on the block from January to December
I been in this game damn near since it began with
Nothin' but reputation and skills with my hands
Know a whole 'lotta fools started when I did
Known for bein' **** boys, pullin' some sly ****
Shoulda got laid out but somehow I slid through
Extensions and *****es, *****, I do not kid you
Hit the highway with that work and got jammed up
Either tell on somebody or get you ten, slammed up
He ain't got the heart for it, so guess what he do?
He start recordin' for that part, mane, and tell on his crew
He was the boss of the operation, livin' it large
Now he tellin' on the workers like they *** was in charge
Soon as the pressure's applied, you immediately switch
Just do us all a favor and stop bein' a *****
You a *****!

As far as the police was concerned
I had some problems with some laws, now
You know? I run into wrecks with laws
That didn't like what I stood for
Or didn't like rap music
Or just didn't like black folks in general
Man, the law was lookin' after me this whole time
Every time there was one that was dangerous that could get me
I had five or six that was on my side that kept that
Kept that ************ in check, man

I know a'lotta people locked up, sittin' in cells
Either for **** that they did or **** they didn't do well
But for every cat that's locked up, definitely guilty
There's another brother innocent in prison, you feel me?
See this country we live in is really all about the bottom line
And when they see these young black men, they see dollar signs
So prisons go from bein' run by the state
To a private industry, *****, tell me, can you relate?
See when education in the schools is for the testin'
They can't keep up the fundin' 'cause kids can't keep up the lesson
They get frustrated with the process and head to the streets
And find some alternative ways to get 'em somethin' to eat
You got draconian laws in place as mandated by the state
Probation terms you can't meet so you know you gon' violate
Now you makin' license plates, scratchin' the ten year itch
Your prison an industrial complex, man, stop bein' a *****
You a *****!

You see a lotta people in the penitentiary make statements like
"I ain't never comin' back here," you know?
And I made statements when I was on the street
That I was never goin'
So, I don't say never anymore
You don't know what, you don't know what's in store
What I will say is this
I'mma stay positive out here, I'mma do the right thing
You know, I'm not gonna, uh, make no moves
To put myself in the crosshairs
Where these people can just cross me out an

This *****s told me he sold dope, I said what do that mean?
He said I sell you some white or I could sell you some green
Gotta pocket full of pills and a cup of that lean
Man, I'm just keepin' it trill, I slap the hat off his bean
You *****s kill me runnin' 'round, talkin' 'bout you sell drugs
Moved a couple quarter pounds now you swear you the plug?
Oh, my bad, you got them birds that fly away every month
You keep them keys? ***** please, why you tryna' front?
See you can have all the coca leaves that they grow in Columbia
Then serve up all the snorters and the smokers and numb 'em up
With stacks up to the ceilin', big doggin' like you Marmaduke
Still won't see a tenth of the paper that big Pharma do
They don't care about the cure, they just wanna sell a treatment
Keep you alive while keepin' you high, now that's some street ****
Usin' people's pain for profit, gettin' rich
Hey yo, pharmaceutical companies, stop bein' a *****
'Cause you a *****!

But, but at the same time, I ain't gon' let nobody hurt me
I'm not gon' let nobody hurt my family
And I will kill you if you come around my kids with that hood ****

Grow Up

length: 3:52
Now everybody like to tell you about how grown they are
How they got they **** together and how 'on' they are
How they got all their priorities lined up
And focused on the future 'cause they made they mind up
Well I'm here to tell ya, it's easier said than done
'Bout as easy as try'na take bread from Bun
You can try to make plans but they hard to stick to
Not to mention these haters out here try'na trick you
Soon as you hot, they say, "freeze"
Soon as you cold, they raise up the degrees
I'm like please, take a second to think about it but not too many
Can't get time back, they won't give you any
Look back at all the time you had and I bet you gon'
Look at all the time you ****ed off with regret
All the days you coulda' went from good to great
So while there's still time left it ain't too late for you to grow up

When I was young, I was crazy and wild (Crazy and wild)
But now I'm grown and not a god damn child (God damn child)
'Cause time is passin' and we turnin' the page (Turnin' the page)
So, man, you gotta start acting your age and grow up
('Cause man it's time to grow up)
See, man, it's time to grow up (For real, it's time to grow up)
'Cause you been ****in' off with too much wrong
For too damn long, it's time to show up (For real)
So be a woman or a man and grow up

Yeah, growin' up, no Pop to show me
Or tell me how to navigate properly
Stoppin' me, obstacles came constantly
Try'na hold onto prim rope consciously
I know for sure the greatest **** in front of me
Inspiration for the ones that came after me
First to say I never did it all correctly
****-ups I made still won't let me sleep good
When a ***** can't eat good
**** I did back when everybody ate good
Playful, I was runnin' with the hateful
Instead of sittin' down, *****, bein' grateful
Learn from it, take notes and earn with it
Feed families and don't waste your turn with it
Have fun with it whatever come your way
And when it get real, young *****, don't play

When I was young, I was crazy and wild (Crazy and wild)
But now I'm grown and not a god damn child (God damn child)
'Cause time is passin' and we turnin' the page (Turnin' the page)
So, man, you gotta start acting your age and grow up
('Cause man it's time to grow up) see, man, it's time to grow up
(For real, it's time to grow up)
'Cause you been ****in' off with too much wrong
For too damn long, it's time to show up (For real)
So be a woman or a man and grow up

Now either you a rookie or you pro-up
You try'na win the race or you out here try'na slow up
Drink up or throw up, let the air out or blow up
Travel, get outta your city do some more stuff
Now before I ever go broke I'mma hoe-up
That mean go get a hoe that's gon' help me get some dough up
A ***** get wrong, we gon' leave him ten toe up
So every time I needed her, she broke her neck to show up
Pimp tight, I mean I'm try'na life the most of life that I can live
Zoom in and get a close-up
Maybe I can be an inspiration to some more
The people of the world make the whole world grow up
It's seems like for every other drink that I pour-up
It's for a dead loved one and we don't even know what for
Alotta loose ends left to sew up
God needed them, another angel had to go up

When I was young, I was crazy and wild (Crazy and wild)
But now I'm grown and not a god damn child (God damn child)
'Cause time is passin' and we turnin' the page (Turnin' the page)
So, man, you gotta start acting your age and grow up
('Cause man it's time to grow up)
See, man, it's time to grow up (For real, it's time to grow up)
'Cause you been ****in' off with too much wrong
For too damn long, it's time to show up (For real)
So be a woman or a man and grow up

Gone Away

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