Grew Up Fast

[Intro: David Ruffin]

Sometimes I think about it

And my poor heart wants to die about it

Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost

And the way I got double crossed

By a guy who was my friend, I see him now and then

But I pretend I'm doing fine, when I'm about to lose my mind



[Verse 1]

N*gga I grew up fast, then blew up fast

Money fallin' out my pockets I got too much cash

Can't fit nothin' in her pockets she got too much ass like goddamn

Well if you must ask

We from the school of hard knocks but your crew cut class

Half white but don't think I got a Klu Klux pass

When I'm up in the V, police be f*ckin' with me

No sir no license all I got here is this f*ckin' degree

Move along cocksucker ain't nothin' to see

Unless you talkin' blockbusters, you n*ggas is not Russell

You more Diggy - me I'm more Biggie

No diss to the young boy I'm just rappin' get bored quickly

Just to make up for that line invite him on tour with me

Show him the game let him finagle these whores with me,

Run through they doors with me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night

Leave him there with two dykes probably change a n*gga life right

What up Vanessa I loved you that one semester

Thanks to my profession I balled like Uncle Fester

Thinkin' about the board I use to have above the dresser

Half the sh*t I wrote down I did it, its old now got

New goals, plus my money on Manute Bol

Funny how my old highs is suddenly my new lows

Tired of every chick sayin' she models before she swallow

So I only f*ck with hat tricks, b*tches with a few goals



[Bridge]

N*ggas keep askin' me how I feel how ya feel

It's Cole



[Verse 2]

Not even slightly interested in what ya opinion is

I gotta greater purpose then a hater purpose

I'ma stack paper, hustle just to relax later

Serve n*ggas and bring change that's a waiter's purpose

Look how I made em nervous n*ggas is shakin', I know they fakin'

Okay you killer right, and Miss Cleo is Jamaican

And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and Beyonce datin'

And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad love from Satan

For f*ckin' Sanaa Lathan while Meagan Good is waitin'

I'm the deadbeat father of your little brother

In other words goddammit I'm a bad motherf*cker

It's Cole, it's only right I brought back the soul

Y'all got way too electro, damn near techno

Halfway homo, way too metro

Hennessy XO, Cole flow special

Style like Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row

Learn somethin' boy, grow yo ass up

Cheap n*gga if you was liquor I'd probably throw yo ass up

Matter a fact if you was grass I'd probably mow yo ass up

Last call for you old n*ggas go and pour yo last cup



[Outro]

Yea, yea, yea, Cole World

This n*gga Ib... he's a b*tch

He told me to talk sh*t to you n*ggas, so I'ma talk my sh*t

Dreamville in the building

I know what y'all want me to talk about, what y'all want to me to discuss

But we'll get to that later; them b*tch ass n*ggas...

My n*gga Big Sean in the building

My n*gga Canei on the beat