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letra de when i grow up remix - nf ft logic

[verse 1: nf]
yeah, when i grow up, you know what i wanna be?
take a seat, let me tell you my ridiculous dreams
i wanna rap, yeah, i know it’s hard to believe
and i can tell you’re already thinkin’ i will never succeed
but i’m okay with it, i admit the lyrics are weak
i’ve been workin’ on ’em, i’ll be good eventually
i understand you gotta crawl before you get to your feet
but i been running for a while, they ain’t ready for me, ahh
i know this prolly isn’t really realistic
and honestly, i might not ever make a differencе
but that don’t makе a differencе, i’ma have to risk it
i’vе 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 h-llo to mass appeal
[chorus]
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

[verse 2: logic]
i been knockin’ doors down like a jehovah witness
god as my witness, i’m with this
but on the real, i think i need another witness!
if it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldn’t change a thing
light skin mothaf-cka certified as a house n-gga
well i’ll be god d-mned, go figure
in my blood is the slave and the master
it’s like the devil playin’ spades with the pastor
but he was born with the white privilege!
man, what the f-ck is that?
white people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin’ with his toys
i should be ashamed to be black
and some black people look ashamed when i rap
like my great granddaddy didn’t take a whip to the back
not accepted by the black or the white
i don’t give a f-ck, praise god, i could see the light
everybody talkin’ ’bout race this, race that
i wish i could erase that, face facts
everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
everybody love, everybody know, how it go
everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
everybody love, everybody know
[chorus]
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

- nf ft logic

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