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 its hard to believe
And I can tell youre already thinkin I will never succeed
But Im okay with it, I admit the lyrics are weak
Ive been workin on em, Ill be good eventually
I understand you gotta crawl before you get to your feet
But I been running for a while, they aint ready for me (Ahh)
I know this prolly isnt really realistic
And honestly, I might not ever make a difference
But that dont make a difference, Ima have to risk it
Ive been crunchin numbers, you aint gotta be a mathematician
To see the odds aint rootin for me
I cant lie though, thats kinda how I like it to be
The underdog, yeah, you prolly think you know what I mean
But what Im saying is—they ever push me, Im gonna swing, yeah
I could go to college, get in debt like everybody else
Graduate and prolly get a job that doesnt pay the bills
That dont make a lot of sense to me, forget the Happy Meals
I dont 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 Im seeing is overdone to me, Im not Adele
But Ima get a record deal and say hello to mass appeal

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 to the fam and 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 Ima die real
When I grow up

Yeah, ayy
When I grow up
Yeah, yeah, ayy!

Ima make em notice me, rhyming like its poetry
Everything I oversee, I just like to overthink
Mockin me, you pay the fee
No return and no receipts
Those of you that dont believe—quiet, you dont know a thing
Quiet when Im tryna to sing
Quiet when Im making beats
Quiet when Im tryna to think
Sorry, I dont mean to scream
I just feel like no one really gets me and its sad to see
Cause someday Ima grow up and show all of you its meant to be (Yeah)
Anybody wanna hear me rap? "No"
Cmon, let me play a couple tracks, "No"
Cmon, I can spit it really fast, "No"
You think I should throw this in the trash? "No"
Tricked ya—haters, go away before I hit ya
I am not a beggar or a kiss up
You dont understand? Well, I forgive ya
I am not a quitter
You aint really think that, did ya?
Maybe someday I could even be up on the radio
Have a tour bus and maybe even play a couple shows
Everybody in the crowd singing every word I wrote
Tellin me that I am not the only one that feels alone
Huh? You feel alone?
Yeah, I kinda feel alone
Wonder if that feelin ever goes away when you get old
Will I ever make it as an artist? I dont really know
Might not make a lot of dough
Ima have to try it though

When I grow up
I just wanna pay my bills
Rappin about the way I feel (Oh, yeah)
I just wanna make a couple mil
Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just wanna sign a record deal
Maybe buy a house up in the hills (Okay, oh yeah)
Might not be the best in my field (Ayy, ayy)
But I guarantee that Ima die real
When I grow up
I just wanna pay my bills (Woo)
Rappin about the way I feel (Oh, yeah)
(Yeah, the way I feel)
Yeah, I just wanna make a couple mil (Ayy)
Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah)
I just wanna sign a record deal (Woo)
Maybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah)
(House up in the hills)
Might not be the best in my field
But I guarantee that Ima die real
When I grow up