Artist: Bishop Lamont Album: Grow Up 12" Song: Grow Up Typed by: no1wammy@hotmail.com [Bishop Lamont] (Verse 1) I used to think fuckin' up was cool Loved ditchin' class til I didn't pass high school My dad always said, "It's easier to keep up Than it is to catch up," but all I did was mess up Roll around the streets, get drunk and shoplift Freestyle, meanwhile, continue to bullshit A teenage life, when you think you know everything About everything and don't know a damn thing Hit the 'shaw, liquor, bank, then the gas station Get to duckin' when they buck in gang altercation We scatter, then come right back Shit, riskin' our lives, but never saw it like that A few blocks down the street, couple fools get capped Nigga, bullets ain't picky, it could've been a wrap It never hits home until your homie get clapped You at the funeral with tears, saying to yourself "You gotta grow up" Chorus: Bishop Lamont Way up (Up, up, up, up) Way up (Up, up, up, up) Way up (Up, up, up, up) Way up (Up, up, up, up) You not a kid no more (Nah) I think it's time to grow (Yeah) Homie, you better know (Tell 'em) You know it's time to grow Way up (Up, up, up, up) Way up (Up, up, up, up) Way up (Up, up, up, up) Way up (Up, up, up, up) Cause nigga, you too grown (Right) Get out and get your own (Right) Your childish ways are gone (Tell 'em) I think you better grow up (Verse 2) You got a Bentley, but can't keep gas in it A Gucci wallet But ain't got cash in it Go out to eat, it's your treat, then at the last minute Say you forgot it, never had it, want them to spend it Now that's an interestin' thang Cause in your video, you havin' so much blang A few days ago, I heard you pawned that chain Instead of coppin' that, you should have copped the food chain V-necks, mohawks, just ain't me Shit, it barely looked right on Mr. T Your biker chains, designer shades, just ain't right Especially when you can't breathe cause your pants's too tight Wack beats, catchy hooks, and little ass kids Add a dance to it and it's gon' be big It's our fault everything done flip-flopped You wanna save hip hop, rappers, then You gotta grow up Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) Nigga still cruisin' Crewshaw at thirty-six Your wife at home, you wastin' gas, tryin' to bust a bitch At the club, actin' young, wearin' the wrong shit Think you're Chris Brown, but you look like Keith Sweat, bitch Ain't you got kids to raise? Instead of actin' like them, nigga, act your age Why you wear a wave cap, but ain't got waves Wear that shit out in public and on church days And God damn, niggas, pull up your pants Got your drawers all out, what, you wanna strip dance? And homeboy, what you doin' in a 5X? You ain't that big, shit's lookin' like a dress You bought an iPhone but live in your momma home Gotta wait til she's asleep before you can bone You grown, you know you wrong But either way, someday, homeboy You know you gotta grow up Repeat Chorus