Grown Child

They counted me out, as if God don't exist

I know those that quit on me, they gotta be pissed

I went through the worst, made my heaven on earth

Just to get passed them gates, I was hoppin' the fence

I'm counting my blessings, I'm counting the bodies

And names of the rappers I checked off my list

They say it's a track, it sound more like a skit

I put rappers in boxes, this shit is a gift

I'm feeling like Birdie off Above the Rim

But I'm Thomas Sheppard, you bitches just Flip

I do not smoke, I don't drink, I don't sip

I am too focused on getting these chips

Man, these motherfuckers don't think like a hustler

They bound to go broke tryna follow the drip

I'm drippin', I'm saucin', when I'm say I'm ballin'

I'm sharper than Shannon, ain't talking to Skip

I don't trust record labels, the shit's all a trick

See, they'll make you famous while you make them rich

I feel like a cowboy, that gun on my hip

I put hoes on your block, like a bitch that Pimp

He said he want smoke, if I give him an ounce

I'll put him in a bag, he about to get zipped

My gun game is vicious, ain't talking bout Swishers

But I know some bitches that only sell sticks

And I know some bitches that only hit licks

You'd think someone was sick how they looking for Vics

Shout out to my squad, bitch we move like the mob

I just wanna see everyone set, like a pick

We getting to dough, like we driving a coupe

Bitch, I got killers that's hired to shoot

Bro poppin' that steel, once I give him the cue

You'll get dropped like you Bishop for trying my dues

Been a beast in these streets, I put 24s on the Caprice

Chevy used to sit higher than Snoop

I'ma give 'em the truth, 'til I lie in a suit

The kicks on me bussin', like Zion at Duke

I am self made, I did this shit by myself, I can't get put on a shelf

Bitch I'm that cracker, no amount of money can tame

I been goin' nuts since I came

Hustling's in my blood, it pump my veins

Before the web, I was with Mary Jane

I been in the game, I was moving them things

Came out clean at the end, bitch, that's Eddie Kane

I feel like Pac when he dropped Makaveli

I feel like double-O-seven Lil Wayne

I don't give a fuck about ice and no chain

Just the thought of my children's the reason I train

All they know is the sauce, they don't know the cost

All you show is your wins, let 'em know the loss

Read some books and keep calm if they pull you over

The police hate a gunna that know the laws

Why stand up for a flag, when they hope we fall?

In a grave or a jail that could hold us all

Pinned down like a bowling ball, they got a hold of y'all

Follow King James, like he protocol (Woo)

When it come to this rapping, you know I'm a beast with it

Take any beat I like and sink my teeth in it

I could get conscious, bitch, I could go deep with it

Words for your soul, yeah I know how to preach with it

Bar after bar, nigga I could start beatin' it

Change up my flow on you hoes, like Mystique with it

Up in the stu' sometimes I put the beef in it

Fuck who critiquing it, I'm out they reach with it

I cannot dumb it down, I cannot weaken it

I got it mastered, bitch I could start teaching it

The scary this is ain't reached my peak with it, ah

Still independent, bitch I'm a boss

Check my net worth, I ain't gotta floss

Bitch, I been lit, like a molotov

LV's on me when I tie my scarf

Wings up, bitch, it's a lot of sauce

Million dollar dick up in designer draws

All my ex bitches want my joggers off

They want the cock back, like a tomahawk

Your bitch wanna see me, she say she ain't sleepy

And said gon' wait up for me, like a scale

I fucked her good, now she under my spell

She be calling me "Jesus" every time I nail

I was cooler than Zach, up in school with them packs

Had me flexin' like Slater off Saved by the Bell

They say they want smoke, they want beef, they want drama

Well I'm with all that, like I'm Kenan and Kel

These niggas bitches, when I drop they listen

Whole time they be wishing a real bitch fail

Used to feel so alone, when I used to come home

Knew my OG was high 'cause I knew how it smell

If I grab my phones and I go to my notes

There's bars in a celly, ain't up in a jail

They say that man on fire, on tracks he's unstoppable

Must of been training, they think he Denzel

Don't need a big posse 'cause bitches Tekashi

They run into twelve and then bitches'll tell

I know some bitches who ain't coming home

With nobody to call, who don't never get mail

I got some loved ones that never call me

Unless they want some money, or need to post bail

I know some bitches that got they ass hit up

And still to do this day, they ain't doing too well

Way before rap, I was getting that cash

Pulling up, dropping off zips of the gas

Shades on while I'm ballin', still getting to that bag

Just like Master Roshi, my stick in the stash

Tippin' off the phone, selling that loud

Them pounds was compressed, I was breaking them down

I'm hugging my Momma, I'm making her proud

Act different with my children, I'm making them smile

I'm killing these rappers, I'm raping they style

I'm out doing them and they can't make a sound

I give it my guidance, my time, and my wisdom

Yeah, I brought you Hip-Hop, like I'm raising a child

They like how I rock, got 'em raising a brow

When I'm done with this shit, bitch I'm taking a bow

Flow over y'all heads, I be making them drown

I'm the greatest right now, bitch I'm taking the crown