When I Grow Up lyrics

[Verse 1:Profet]
Currently chasing currency
Spot looking like a pharmacy
Perc 5s, 10s
Oh you need single G's? double G's? Zzz's?
f*ck that
Want a industry check like LA Reed
Fly to Cali, shoot a bird at the LAPD
Apparently my flow on antifreeze
Heard my plug, ask the plug
Can you see over the wheel?
Or should I give you my keys?
Different color, whatever color you claim n*gga
You bleed what I bleed
sh*t, I got wants and needs
Needs and wants
I want what I want
Like I want to walk in the bank
All on my own, with two Glock 40s
And take out a loan
Tell me would I be wrong
Keep a bomb for a play
Like a n*gga going 4th and long
You come to the spot
Got a b*tch that will serve you
Look like Nita Long
Don't worry about what we be on
Got racks the Peewee Longway
Might serve you a bell on hump day
Tell my ho come meet you on a lunch break
n*gga digging my feng shui, ok
[Hook]
My moma was a trapper
Daddy was a trapper
My uncle was a trapper
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
My moma was a trapper
My daddy was a trapper
It's only right a trapper
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?

[Verse 2:Johnny Cinco]
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
Had to grow up in the streets
Young n*gga raised in the streets
Ran through the streets
Trapped through the week
Serve you a bell
Serve you a P
Serve you a brick
Serve you a dummy
Ride with a tommy
Oh, what a dummy
I got them bells on the way though
I got the mailman on payroll
We got the police on payroll
Money don't move unless we say so
We with the mob sh*t
Mob ties, n*gga with mob ties
Profet is all ties
sh*t, we all ties
n*gga we all ties
Choppers, they all hide
Choppers come out they all hide
I welcome you out to my side
We all ride
My kind
One line
Front line
Front line
Lunch time
Crunch time
Trap
[Hook]