Grown Ass Man lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

DJ Pain 1

Who will my life belong

Yet some feel it's their own

Til' now I have never dared

Now I've got to live for myself

I've got to live for myself

Yeah, my nigga Marc told me to drop all the drums out

So I guess ya'll are gettin' slow flow

Fuck the world, fuck the world, though I'm comin' to America

Im princely robes, you could get chose, ho

I got the semis, the semis

I ain't mature that much

I'll still leave your headrest wet like Soul Glo

I just stepped on a Lego wit' my crib

And man, that shit ain't never hurt so good, let me explain:

I'm a grown ass man, dawg, I love my kids, dawg, I love my fans, dawg

But I love my kids more than I love my fans, dawg

There's plenty niggas threw rocks who tried to hide they hands

Who don't have hands, dawg

Respect me, nigga, I'm about my family, nigga

I go upside your head like Andes, nigga

I stepped into this game without a plan B, nigga

With a bunch of execs tellin' me what I can't be, nigga

I'm a grown ass man, dawg

Who will my life belong

Yet some feel it's their own

Til' now I have never dared

Now I've got to live for myself

I've got to live for myself

This rap shit's designed to take all your confidence

The only genre you could fake all your accomplishments

Black music: where callin' you old's an insult

But if them same young rappers happen to show up

In a Jay-Z or Eminem show, they still gotta show a credential

I never seen a young fighter punk Tyson

Lil' bro, what's all the thuggin' bout?

You tryna be famous, I'm tryna stay alive and healthy

Long enough to punk my daughter' husband out

To me that's what life is

I fuck my wife late night after the kids sleep

Missionary, call that the night shift

I just took my kids out with me, they had a ball

Without me spendin' no money on 'em and

Some would call that shit priceless

And I would give half my bank account to just have my Granny back

You gon' think I'm crazy but I been having visions

Of me being 80 with weed inside a Ziploc bag and a fanny pack

I'm a grown ass man, dawg, I don't want your shine, dawg

Number 1's on your mind? You better worry 'bout Shyne, dawg

I'm beyond ya'll, I put my balls on the throne

Let it recline, dawg, my youngest son got my eyes, ya'll

I found out he was autistic 'fore he was 5, dawg

Since then, I ain't been the same man

His mother weathered the storm of his daddy who was the Rain Man

Listen, I'm just happy to not be behind bars

I'm in my prime and my son drivin' the Bentley to the Prime, ya'll

I'm a grown ass man, dawg

Who will my life belong

Yet some feel it's their own

Til' now I have never dared

Now I've got to live for myself

I've got to live for myself

Yeah

Us young artists, we come in the game with our entourages

And none of us are taught to properly deal with our finances

So we just buy mad shit and fill up our garages

With cars and we buy hideaway apartments for fly dancers

Man, I done seen it all, done it all

Plus I survived through it which is proof I learned from it all

I'm a grown ass man, I'm in the zone

So all that immature fun's over, it's always funny

To hear today's youngins place the burden of a

Bunch of lazy motherfuckers on they own shoulders

The same ones who's only along for the ride til' the run's over

It's simple as this: What do you do?

Do you got a skill? If not, your time here is tentative

But if you do, I'll pay you more than you think that you worth

I'm real generous

But me and these other rappers don't share the same sentiment

You plan to live off me free, you got the wrong ass plan, dawg

I ain't takin' care of no 'nother grown ass man, dawg

I'm a grown ass man, dawg

Who will my life belong

Yet some feel it's their own

Til' now I have never dared

Now I've got to live for myself

I've got to live for myself