grown simba

yeah

yeah

yeah

uh

now i was dreaming 'bout a deal at the age of thirteen

i was fiending for the mills

i ain't talking burger king

some of my niggas in the ville

all they did was serve fiends

fuck scales

i had skills

all day rehearsing

them pretty boys had them gals

spent they time flirting

all they wanted was some waves like they fucking surfing

hold up now

don't get it twisted

i ain't hating

do your thing

i was like a young simba; couldn't wait to be the king

now a nigga is the prince

hopped over the fence where the grass way greener

look at shorty ass

way meaner

something like serena mixed with trina

have you seen her?

she fine enough to be ms. howard

word to adina

my money like a senior

watch it graduate

now it's time to eat

i'm letting all my niggas grab a plate

gravitate to real shit

stay away from phonies

these niggas heard about me

now they acting like they know me

keep on saying where you going