Album: The Heat Up
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Grown Simba Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh

Now I used to be dreaming ’bout a deal on the age of 13
I used to be fiending for the mills, I ain’t speaking Burger King
A few of my niggas within the Ville, all they did was serve fiends
Fuck scales, I had expertise, all day rehearsing
Them fairly boys had them gals, spent they time flirting
All they needed was some waves like they fucking browsing
Maintain up now, do not get it twisted, I ain’t hating, do your factor
I used to be like a younger Simba; could not wait to be the king
Now a nigga is the prince
Hopped over the fence the place the grass method greener
Take a look at shorty ass, method meaner
One thing like Serena combined with Trina, have you ever seen her?
She advantageous sufficient to be Ms. Howard, phrase to Adina
My cash like a senior, watch it graduate
Now it is time to eat, I am letting all my niggas seize a plate
Gravitate to actual shit, steer clear of phonies
These niggas heard about me, now they performing like they know me

Carry on saying “The place you going, nigga?” (shit)
It ain’t no telling (huh, yeah)
“Ay, the place you going, nigga?” (hey)
It ain’t no telling (yeah)
They carry on saying “The place you going, nigga?” (going nigga, ay)
It ain’t no telling (yeah)
Cannot let you know the place I am going, simply know I will not cease
Goodbye to the underside, hey to the highest, uh

Pardon the interruption, a correct introduction is critical
When your shit is known, man
Grasping niggas would not let me within the cafeteria’n
‘Trigger they ain’t consider, all of the sudden they Presbyterian
The hoes is librarians; they trying me up
She bought to Jones like Marion, she licking me up
Then we reduce, look how she say my identify
I bought her moaning “J. Cole”, they used to say Jermaine
I by no means change, I am like a corpse in a coffin, six ft, shit’s deep
I used to be low, only a greenback and a few hope fastened me
‘Trigger I used to be broke, plus the weed that I might smoke would make it worser
Lord, please let my issues disappear like Ron Mercer
I am a star; Converses
Conversin’ with them women with them curves like cursive
They open like curtains
‘Trigger my shit is remarkable like curses on the radio
Similar bitches used to play me although, now they yelling

“The place you going, nigga?” (shit)
It ain’t no telling (huh, yeah)
“Ay, the place you going, nigga?” (shit)
It ain’t no telling (yeah)
They carry on saying “The place you going, nigga?” (going nigga)
It ain’t no telling (yeah)
I am unable to let you know the place I am going, simply know I will not cease
Goodbye to the underside, hey to the highest, yeah

Yeah, I left the town for a minute, nevertheless it’s nonetheless…

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