When I Grow Up

When I grow up I wanna be a baller, a Benz-driving rich shot caller When I grow up I wanna be like Jordan and Kobe on the court with my homies, said When I grow up I wanna be a rapper, a sold out stadium packer When I grow up I wanna run my city, like Pac, Nas, Jay and Biggie Make money like Diddy Most people only got two dreams in this life But ain't got no means So we hustle all day tryin' to stock that green End up hittin' that mall to cop them jeans, I gots to Most of us don't care about school We don't care about rules, still we very smart, clearly not fools Section 8 was a scary spot too So we snuck into the Marriott pool and got wild too Most of us don't follow all the politics Too busy caught up in our sorrow to acknowlege it I got homies that ain't never went to college But they makin' more money than my father with a doctorate Most of us think money is success Thinkin' out the box got me stressed Man I wanna be the best but I never thought that'd mean smaller checks Than my peers, but I swear I got next Cause when I show up I can feel they eyes on me All the women start vibin' off me Haters in the crowd always wanna get down Mean muggin' tryin' hard to get a rise out of me But when I blow up I'mma get moms that Jag I'mma go and spend time with my dad Travel around the world with the people that I love Celebratin' man what a good life that we have, said Yeah, never thought I'd do what I love for a livin' If I didn't rap I'd be in that kitchen, baggin' up hard drugs for a livin' Naw, but it sounds good I used to try to sound hood 'Til I figured out it didn't make me different It'd be a total waste of my vision Now I'm worth more than gold, way these people all crave for a listen Sittin' on the beach, hear the waves in the distance Oh Santa Monica, the city of the heartbroken Most of my homies still here but they hearts stolen Tell me how'd we let go of our dreams when we grew up so close to the lights? Yeah People grind for this chance Shit, they'd die for this chance Man, at least take a roll of the dice, hit it twice look Makin' history take a long time, and I ain't got nothin' but time, I love the irony Girlfriends get caught up in the whirlwind Heard you said that I'm fucked in the head Still you hit me on the reg' to get fucked in my bed, but That's too much to get done before the world ends Yeah, I said that in twenty twelve My karma sucks I should be burned in twenty hells Luckily, I went ahead and changed my life Done waiting, time to make things right, cause When I, when I, when I, when I grow up When I grow up I wanna run my city, like Pac, Nas, J and Biggie Make money like Diddy Won't stop, won't stop, won't stop