Grown Ups lyrics

[Produced by RandomBlackDude]

[Intro]
I acquire fame...
At naming hoes
That's what I did
I don't give a f*ck, n*gga
So why'd they evict you, bro?

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt & Da$h]
Feel this cage when that acid fade
Face the same, but your mind has changed
You desire a stable home, I acquire fame at naming hoes
Contemplating ways of getting dome
Plotting on my neighbors
Asking God for favors, guess He isn’t home
Probably 'cause that f*cking faith, I didn't show
Skipping church, flip the work
Hit the dirt like Tommy Drummond, b*tch
Grew up in a home that my papa wasn’t in
Came up off of work that my conscience wasn't in
Either way, it goes, a lot is getting hit
And if it wasn’t hoes, then it probably was a lick
Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin
Sweaty, D-A-Dolla, top lotto picks
Promise that I'm not the one to f*cking plot against
Love him, but my father ain't my motherf*cking friend
Trying to figure out how to start a motherf*cking end
Huh, trend dodging, keep a b*tch by me, bank roll
Garbage bag full of sins, cleanse my soul to rap still, n*gga
Cash is in hand, packs get vac sealed, like the Tin Man
Cardiac still missing, is it past real, get it, work, make Guinness
[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes, can't even trust my friends
Tell that b*tch to roll up, you f*cking with some grown ups
Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes, can't even trust my friends
Tell that b*tch to roll up, you f*cking with some grown ups

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt & Da$h]
My mama wonder why I never seem to reach her
See my daddy in the way I'm acting and my facial features
Just trying to put you on, dawg, I came from teachers
Take the plate and clean it, n*gga, I'm a dog
Tell her "hit or miss me with the f*cking monologue"
Lord, I can't fight it, know I'm tryna brawl
Get a copper hauled off, sh*t
I'm the type of n*gga that you cop your raw off
Popping whores off
Grab the ball and these n*ggas call charge
Team switching jerseys like it's All Star
Press the OnStar, think we all lost