Grown Simba lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
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[Verse 1]
Now I was dreamin' 'bout a deal at the age of thirteen
I was fiendin' for the mils, I ain't talkin' Burger King
Some of my n*ggas in the Ville, all they did was serve fiends
f*ck 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 f*cking surfing
Hold up now, don't get it twisted, I ain't hatin', do your thing
I was like a young Simba, couldn't wait to be the king
Now, a n*gga is the prince
Hopped over the fence where the grass way greener
Look at shawty ass, way meaner
Somethin' 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 lettin' all my n*ggas grab a plate
Gravitate to real sh*t, stay away from phonies
These n*ggas heard about me, now they actin' like they know me

[Chorus]
Keep on sayin', "Where you goin', n*gga?"
sh*t, it ain't no tellin', huh, yeah
"Ayy, where you goin', n*gga?"
Ayy, it ain't no tellin', yeah
They keep on sayin', "Where you goin', n*gga?" Goin', n*gga
Ayy, it ain't no tellin', yeah
Can't tell you where I'm goin', just know I won't stop
Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top, uh
[Verse 2]
Pardon the interruption
A proper introduction is necessary when your sh*t is legendary, man
Greedy n*ggas wouldn't let me in the cafeteria-n
'Cause they ain't believe, suddenly they Presbyterian
The hoes is librarians, they lookin' me up
She got a jones like Marion, she lickin' me up
Then we cut, look how she say my name
I got her moanin' "J. Cole," they used to say "Jermaine"
I never change, I'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet, sh*t's deep
I was low, just a dollar and some hope fixed me
'Cause I was broke, plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser
Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercer
I'm a star, Converses
Conversin' with them girls with them curves like cursive
They open like curtains
'Cause my sh*t is unheard of like curses on the radio
Same b*tches used to play me, though

[Chorus]
Now, they yellin', "Where you goin', n*gga?"
sh*t, it ain't no tellin', huh, yeah
"Ayy, where you goin', n*gga?"
sh*t, it ain't no tellin', yeah
They keep on sayin', "Where you goin', n*gga?" Goin', n*gga
It ain't no tellin', yeah
I can't tell you where I'm goin', just know I won't stop
Goodbye to the bottom (Yeah), hello to the top, yeah
[Verse 3]
I left the city for a minute, but it's still on my back
Told my n*ggas "Ayy, I'm finna put the Ville on the map
I'll be back, and I'm comin' with a deal and a plaque"
'Cause I'm ill, b*tch, they couldn't make a pill for the rap
Pourin' liquor for my n*ggas that was killed, send 'em back
Came home, sh*t is real, n*ggas still in the trap
Hold up now, don't get it twisted, if you slang, do your thing
Me, I'm like a young Simba, I can't wait to be the king, witness the dream
Straight out that Carolina water, I was brought up
In the city where the skinny n*ggas tryna be the ballers
Ain't no fathers, but the skinny n*ggas tryna hit they daughters
Sneakin' in her crib, but her mama never caught us
What they taught us? Man, them bad b*tches only want the ballers and starters
We hoopin', now the hoes wanna guard us
Uh, okay, so play D, know what I mean?
And I, I, I'll put you on the team
Man, this life is but a dream and I need a fast car
Bad broads, fast forward, passport, I'm a f*ckin' rap star

[Outro]
"Ayy, where you goin', n*gga?"
sh*t, it ain't no tellin', yeah
They say this life is but a dream, well, I need a fast car
Bad broads, fast forward, passport, I'm a f*ckin' rap star
"Ayy, where you goin', n*gga?"
Yeah, it ain't no tellin'