All Growed Up

And you can call me killer
Holy cow I'm merking it
Y'all are pretty certain but I
Am absolutely sure of it
Most don't even see me like they
Vision kinda blurred a bit
And those that do, I overheard them
Sayin' that they scared of it, yeah
Swagger so untypical
Have an atheist swear to
God he feelin' spiritual
I'm Praying for the haters though
They gon' need a miracle
And Imma need a record deal
A model and a TV show

Pretty please with a cherry on top of it
Ice cream paint job, inside chocolate
Check it out G, I swear that I can see it now
Laughing with Olivier and throwin'
Fuckin' money 'round
Buy it cause I'm worth it or
Buy it for the sex appeal
The smile fake but you best
Believe the rest is real
Whoa, I'm on some way other different things
Like OMG what the fuck got into me?

Could give a damn about the fame
The glitz or the glamor
The money or the chains
I do it cause I am it and I'll
Take that to the grave i'm all growed up
Shit will never be the same

What comes out of the mouth of Satan
His words
Well we're gonna see that in just a moment

I'm comin' with that twenty twelve attitude
I kill it like there's no tomorrow
An old fool once told me
That all time is borrowed
So hold your breath if you
Drowning in your sorrows
And haters take a deep one
Y'all gon' need a snorkel
They all about the money like humans is hard
Ugh i'm from another planet and I'm
All 'bout my Starbucks ah shucks
Not even trying and it's super good
Super fucking duper cool
The guy you always knew you should

Get to know before he got too famous
Now those same people are my biggest haters
Look
Yeah, I'm a rapper, when I rap I ghost 'em
I am Batman, Kieth Ledger on my sofa
You a joker, smile big bitch
Mr freeze outfit, ice on my wrist bitch
Y'all is on fire and I barely sweat
Got your face all fucked up
Ugh Harvey Dent bitch

Could give a damn about the fame
The glitz or the glamor
The money or the chains
I do it cause I am it and I'll
Take that to the grave i'm all growed up
Shit will never be the same

What comes out the mouth of the beast
The ungodly governed (White Peaks)

I smoke a blunt with OV
He like Mac, what you tryin' for?
I wanna whip so depressed, suicide doors
Yeah, and he's lookin' at me laughing like
He know we gonna make 'em break
Like a traffic light
Stop, the rumors and the gossip
Jealous motherfuckers only got two options:
Get with it
Or get into the coffin with your kicks
All fresh and your head all rotten

Wow, I'm runnin' this
Without a bead of sweat
They sayin' take a drink, but
I ain't need it yet, nah
And you know I stay super late, the girls
Run from you and come to me
I got a cuter face black Ferrari
Yellow striped engine in the back of it
Shotgun seat reserved for the baddest bitch
Yeah ok I got it, I'm Tom Mac fucking Donald
All growed up but I'm still
Drinkin' out the bottle, huh

Could give a damn about the fame
The glitz or the glamor
The money or the chains
I do it cause I am it and I'll
Take that to the grave i'm all growed up
Shit will never be the same

Only pride yourself
What comes out the mouth of the false profit
Poison, you see, that's what it is
And it'll damned men's souls