I know this prolly isn't really realistic
And honestly, I might not ever make a difference
But that don't make a difference, I'ma have to risk it
I've been crunchin' numbers, you ain't gotta be a mathematician
To see the odds ain't rootin' for me
I can't lie though, it's kinda how I like it to be
The underdog, yeah, you prolly think you know what I mean
But what I'm saying is, they ever push me, I'm gonna swing, yeah

I could go to college, get in debt like everybody else
Graduate and prolly get a job that doesn't pay the bills
That don't make a lot of sense to me, forget the Happy Meals
I don't like the dollar menu, I would rather make a meal
Huh? Make a mil'? Nah, I said make a meal
Home-cookin', get the grill, how you want it? Pretty well?
Everything I see is overdone to me, I'm not Adele
But I'ma get a record deal and say hello to mass appeal

When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills
Rappin' 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 deal
Maybe buy a house up in the hills (oh, yeah)
Might not be the best in my field
But I guarantee that I'ma die real
When I grow up

Yeah, ayy
When I grow up
Yeah, yeah, ayy

I'ma make 'em notice me, rhymin' like it's poetry
Everything I oversee, I just like to overthink
Mockin' me, you pay the fee
No return and no receipts
Those of you that don't believe, quiet, you don't know a thing
Quiet when I'm tryna to sing
Quiet when I'm making beats
Quiet when I'm tryna to think
Sorry, I don't mean to scream
I just feel like no one really gets me and it's sad to see
'Cause someday I'ma grow up and show all of you it's meant to be (yeah)

Anybody wanna hear me rap? (No)
C'mon, let me play a couple tracks (no)
C'mon, I can spill it really fast (no)
You think I should throw this in the trash? (No)
Tricked ya, haters, go away before I hit ya
I am not a beggar or a kiss-up
You don't understand? Well, I forgive ya
I am not a quitter
You ain't really think that, did ya?

Maybe someday I could even be up on the radio
Have a tour bus and maybe even play a couple shows
Everybody in the crowd singing every word I wrote
Tellin' me that I am not the only one that feels alone
Huh? You feel alone?
Yeah, I kinda feel alone
Wonder if that feelin' ever goes away when you get old
Will I ever make it as an artist? I don't really know
Might not make a lot of dough
I'ma have to try it though

When I grow up
I just wanna pay my bills
Rappin' about the way I feel (oh, yeah)
I just wanna make a couple mil'
Leave it to the fam in the will (oh, yeah)
(Leave it to the fam in the will)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just wanna sign a record deal
Maybe buy a house up in the hills (okay, oh, yeah)
Might not be the best in my field (ayy, ayy, yeah)
But I guarantee that I'ma die real

When I grow up
I just wanna pay my bills (woo)
Rappin' about the way I feel (oh, yeah)
(Yeah, the way I feel)
Yeah, I just wanna make a couple mil' (ayy, couple mil')
Leave it to the fam in the will (oh, yeah, to the fam in the will)
I just wanna sign a record deal (woo)
Maybe buy a house up in the hills (oh, yeah)
(House up in the hills)
Yeah, I might not be the best in my field
But I guarantee that I'ma die real
When I grow up

Nigga I don't know what you thought
You think I can’t see the blood on the walls?
Blood on the walls, that ain't going down nigga
I don't know what you thought
I can clearly see the blood on the wall
Blood on the walls, that ain't going down nigga
Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it
Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it
Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it
Ain’t got time for your bullshit

(Hold up, hold up
I got some more shit to say, yo)

It’s supposed to be Funk Volume isn’t it?
Thought it was music, above all the business
But you just said fuck all you niggas
You tarnished the brand
And you started a Funk Volume Fitness?
Come on now really think
Got us portraying something we really ain’t
How we supposed to be ill
When you on our website with a Shake weight
Tryna be Billy Blanks, nigga thanks
Fool ain’t nobody tryna lift weights
We just wanna hit up the studio and just rap and do shows
But you don’t understand the culture of hip-hop
You a lame ass nigga Dame, half the crew knows
New age Jerry Heller, a scary fella
I hate your fucking name, every letter
I'm very fed up, you acting like an ordinary heffa
I’ma take you to the mortuary dress-up
We gave you our trust then you had us cornered
You got us a shitty label deal with Warner
And if I confront you about it
You tell me I need counselling and I got a disorder
You sent me on tour and it’s horror
Shitty hotels, no sleep with no food to order
Meet and greets every single day, it’s torture
How you expecting an A1 performer?
Every time something’s wrong it’s the same thing
Blah-blah-blah-blah, you just blame me
Then you tell Brooklyn and Jammie
Now they both thinking I'm crazy
I deal with this on the daily
My career mentally rapes me
I won’t let this nigga break me
He praying Dizzy Wright is gon’ replace me, shady

What are your fucking motives Dame? Let’s talk about it
You’re our manager, our label-owner, our accountant
That’s kinda tricky, something is fishy, that’s risky
We just don’t even know
We go with the flow while you rowin’ the boat
You keeping us simple minded
Cause you knowin’ our only concern is just hopin’ we blow
So when all the money come in from our album and tours
You sit there and soak in the dough
When did we ever ask about the gross?
When did we ever ask about the net?
You would just hand us money from our shows
Cause you knew we wasn’t questioning the checks
Nigga I trusted you with my life
You upped your percentage so I'm making less?
Fuck you bitch, you get no respect
This is why Hop is coming for your neck (Bless)

All you care about is making money
You don’t care about a fucking soul though
You just fluctuate our dollars up and down at your convenience like a fucking pogo
You been screwin’ everybody on the label on the low
And they don’t even know though
So good luck Jarren, Dizzy, Hoppa, SwizZz, I'm going solo

Nigga I don't know what you thought
You think I can’t see the blood on the walls?
Blood on the walls, that ain't going down nigga
I don't know what you thought
I can clearly see the blood on the walls
Blood on the wall, that ain't going down nigga
Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it
Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it
Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it
Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

[Joel Olsteen]
Change is one of the most difficult things that we face, but change is inevitable
One reason we don’t like change is we get comfortable where we are
We get used to our friends, our job, the place we live
And even if it’s not perfect we accept it because it’s familiar
What happens is because we’re not willing to change
We get stuck in what God used to do instead of moving forward into what God is about to do
Just because God’s blessed you where you are doesn’t mean you can just sit back and settle there
You have to stay open to what God is doing now
What worked five years ago may not work today
If you’re going to be successful you have to be willing to change
Every blessing is not supposed to be permanent
Every provision is not supposed to last forever
We should constantly evaluate our friendships
Who’s speaking into your life? Who are you depending on?
Make sure they're not dragging you down, limiting you from blossoming
Everybody is not supposed to be in our life forever
If you don't get rid of the wrong friends you will never meet the right friends

All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
f*ckin' with the realest, don't know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, f*cked her on the river (huh)

All I smoke is killer (strong)
Gotta shout out Killer (hey)
See me in the club, I be standing next to killers (woah)
Got a crib in Cali so my car ain't got no ceilings (drop?)
Smellin' like that KK when I walk into the building (hey, hey!)
Bank roll, tryna get another million (racks)
Get jammed up he gon' sing like Bryson Tiller (damn)
Garage look like the dealer (haha)
Y'all don't look familiar (who is you?)
Plus I rep them Steelers (yeah)
Don't care what the bill is (aha!)
Buy it all, buy it all, buy it all
I met the bitch on the first night, she gon' try it all
I feel bad for a nigga 'cause he keep tryna call
Got a Rover at my crib, she'll be back to you tomorrow

If she ain't pretty, she can't ride with me (hell no)
If she ain't got ass, I don't wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don't wanna pass it(whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
f*ckin' with the realest, don't know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, f*cked her on the river (huh)

Everything gone a bitch, that means all on you
I rock out and she rock diamonds on her collar too
Ball all night like coups, I got guys that shoot
I might drop my roof, I might light my doob
Bitches getting curved don't deserve my juice
Police getting swerved don't deserve no proof
Drinking in the booth, smoking in the booth
Your man need a clue, I don't respect the rules

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up
Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up
Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up
Niggaa got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up
Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up
Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up
Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up
Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up

[Snoop Dogg]
Jumped off the pliz-ane with a bad bitch and friend, mane
We in the cut, and she thick as fuck, P with me, so you know what's up
Ayo B, C-O-D
Your BM be DMing D-O-G
She stumbled on to some grown shit, old as nigga with a long dick
Chanika, Tanika, Tenisa, Juanita
This a secret so I had to sneak her
Cherry and Terry ate berries, 'cause Ares
[?] My dude says as juice as some berries
Gang gang, get cheese (cheese), pinpoint, pop Ps
Marble floor for these alligators, now hit the P on that elevator

[Wiz Khalifa]
Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up
Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up
Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up (won't lie)
Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up (won't lie, P)
Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up (P)
Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up (P)
Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up (won't lie)
Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah
Said you ain't never walked on marble floor before?
Mm
You ain't never laid on a mink sheet before either, huh?
Take those silk panties off
We'll see what kind of fabric you working with
Yeah
Presidential penthouse suite, overlooking the whole motherfucking city
Ya digg
Gang gang
Gang gang
Gang gang
Gang gang
Gang gang
Gang gang
Gang gang gang gang

I smoked a whole a damn pound, imma need another one
Eyes closed I won't come down
Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts
Nigga
I just don't be sharing weed
A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent
Just cause you up in this bitch
Don't mean you gon' hit this shit
You better roll somethin'
Coughin' like you got a cold or something
I'm tryin to o.d. off thc
Nigga fuck around gave young khalifa a pound
Smoke the whole thing up in a week
Roll a joint put a worm around that motherfucker smoke it to the face
Awww shit! nigga say he got some kk and he said he on the way
Big p told me church, get money on em every single day
So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place
We mobbin'!

Now every place that we go they say we can't smoke
But we do it anyway because real g's smoke when they want
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some more
When they say put it out, it's to loud, we burn up some more
Then we keep rollin' and rollin', and rollin'
We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'
We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'

Nigga keep going
Keep the kk blowin
Snakes in the grass keep mowin'
Ass so fat, look swollen
Another city, state gotta show in
Another airport gotta go in
Reason why you hate I'm knowin
Niggas got to much hoein'
I keep rollin' up
Drivin' a brand new car like the motherfucker stolen
They don't understand what I'm doin'
Money in my hand, 28 grams when I'm rollin'
Been through newyork, london, paris and back
Wooooo
Sxsw only niggas smokin' on pack
Rollin' the best
Go on, get a bong, get a match
Everybody get along, get attached
Get a song, get a biatch
What they say, every dog need a cat
Pot heads need a joint to relax
G pen full of wax
10 rolled cone joints, really fast
No sticks no seeds in the bag
Got reason to brag
In the front
Y'all b's in the back
Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag
Little bitch we mobbin'!

Now every place that we go they say we can't smoke
But we do it anyway because real g's smoke when they want
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some more
When they say put it out, it's to loud, we burn up some more
Then we keep rollin' and rollin', and rollin'
We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'
We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'

Just got back from a Cabo trip
It was me, my family members and about six zips
Everywhere my name on the list and I tipped 'em very well so they don't trip
Wizzle Man on the beach gettin' lit
And I show up clean if I'ma be at the event
I'm comfortable as long as there's some weed lit
More than a man, I'm a genius
They compliment saying they never seen this
We always gon' butt heads like Beavis
You always start something up and leave it
I'm gettin' stoned to celebrate my achievements
I'm always gon' be ahead, we ain't even
It's Taylor Gang, you with us, you ain't leaving
These niggas be mad as fuck, I'm the reason
I'm rolling the finest kush with no season

I love to smoke more than you know, hey
I'ma let it show, I love to smoke, hey
I love to smoke more than you know, hey
I'ma let it show, I love to smoke, hey

Some people say that it's bad for you, but I really don't give a fuck
I'ma keep rollin' up first thing in the morning
Smoking J's till I get stuck
And you probably say you sober so you got a clear mind
Well, I got a clear mind too
I know niggas who don't smoke who swear they living good
They don't even work out as much as I do
I know bitches who talk shit on me but will let a nigga lean and do all other dumb shit
I'm a nigga who do what he want and say what he like
But hey, that's what it comes with
Who would've thought smoking weed in the basement
Now I'm making five hundred million on
Instead of hating on game, get someone to put you on
That's hard

I love to smoke more than you know, hey
I'ma let it show, I love to smoke, hey
I love to smoke more than you know, hey
I'ma let it show, I love to smoke, hey

T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G
T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G
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