Cut, cut, cut, cut

Yo, I gotta backache, stomach ache, diarrhea, vomitin'

Cold feet, runny nose, headache, insomnia

Cranky, moody, burpin' while I'm cursin'

Baby chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burpin'

I'm only three and gotta chip Motorola

A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller

Lyin, cryin, whinin', teasin'

Suckin' titties like I had years of breast feedin'

In the beginin' I was sinnin'

Kept my Mama back and forth

To the hospital for the constant kickin'

Kept them ass whippin', I'm gettin' them all

Show off like Fodolo, so fuck all y'all

Do you get your ass whipped wish your mom's bad luck?

Like ahuh you, you get hit by a truck

Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl, put 'em in a sandwich

Just a young boy doin' grown man shit

Just a young boy doin' grown man shit

I'm just a young boy doin' grown man shit

Like kickin' your ass

Yo, I'm just a young boy doin' grown man shit

Smokin' weed

I'm just a young boy doin' grown man shit

All day, all night

Yo, I'm only thirteen puttin' in work

Rockin' Chinese shoes with high top converse but first

We was all gas watchin' 'Game Of Death' with Bruce

Walkin' home from the movies

Yo, I thought about the sex often

I even kept a heartland for the white girls on magic garden

Light skin, chubby and shit

Ran my Mama phone bill for callin' Biggs, Biggs, Biggs

The old hands used to make them little niggaz fight

The lead patch was the shit if you snitch it right

And everybody knew the pattern of Pac Man

Rams was fifteen and that then was happenin'

Niggaz used to get robbed at twin city

I was cuttin' on S L's glue with a penny

When E P M D dropped its my thing

I said, "Damn, I gotta get up in this rap game"

I'm just a young boy doin' grown man shit

Yo yo, I'm just a young boy doin' grown man shit

Like touchin' your titties

Yo, I'm just a young boy doin' grown man shit

I'm just a young boy doin' grown man shit

Like stealin' my Mama's car

I used to tell my sis' I'm gonna make it bitch

So close to gettin' on I could taste the shit

In a hot ass room cuttin' smooth operator

In my last year at west side high I barely made it

Flippin' eight balls, going to Montclair state

I passed one class and still owe their ass cake

For quick cash, doc hit up thirteenth ave

Sell white boys oregano dash then we laughed

That was the days now the times switched up

Son either walk them dogs, snuff it or get snuffed

Them ho's got triflin' but much thicker

My weed got better so easily I fucked shit up

I test y'all with my def squad cam

And I don't stage show dive unless y'all amp

To all my fans, "Yo! Arrivederci to you"

And any ho that didn't blow doc, I never knew you

Now I'm a grown man doin' grown man's shit

Yo yo, now I'm a grown man doin' grown man's shit

Like still sqeezin' your titties

I'm just a grown man doin' grown man's shit

With a big ass car

Yo, I'm a grown man doin' grown man's shit

Rollin' better credit

Yo yo, I'm a grown man doin' grown man's shit

Yo yo, shit is crazy

I'm a grown man doin' grown man's shit

Like smackin' your ass

Yo, I'm a grown man doin' grown man's shit

Like shavin' my beard

Yo, I'm a grown man doin' grown man's shit

I got hair on my chest look at it

You can fuck my heart, you can plough my balls

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