Cy - To Grown Up Lyrics

I am professor, I teach you for philosophy Metaphor bars and I add a little simile
My size is small but you always looking up to me I am the great one, never getting over me
Chris, CY, they say my time is over Now I'm making flows, y'all ain't know how to control em
Got it up for practice, now I'm blowing up your decibels And if we do it rhymes then you know my shit is federal

Incredible, now listen to the f*cking bass The one taking over, you know I ain't here to play
I'll pass the lower valley, yes I'm born and raised Like a night light, you know I'm here to illuminate
So I'm getting out of here, vultures try to come beneath I'll tell you leave me naughty till the day I rest in peace
What I've tried to do in years, I did it in one week Shout out to the family, I'm blessed as f*ck

It's the family, officially, I'm tired of all this fakery If you're not a friend then I treat you like an enemy
The blueprints, make sure you get to see it happening Cause I'm the one who made a dream become reality
I am professor, I teach you for philosophy Metaphor bars and I add a little simile
My size is small but you always looking up to me I am the great one, never getting over me

I am professor, I teach you for philosophy Metaphor bars and I add a little simile
My size is small but you always looking up to me I am the great one, never getting over me
My name is Chris, UI for my initials Get it where you get it, shooting lyrics like a pistol
My mind's all sharp, but sharper than a crystal Thanking God for every day, always acting like I'm blissful

This world is mine, see, it has my name on it Newborns, the warlords, in case you were doubting it
Fasten your seatbelt, this is the sky High anti-illuminati is the way I see it through my eye
Loaded up cause my mouth's got a flu Clip about to change again, so sorry if I reset
Going in deep, need to pull out two feet Following the steps that my brother Martin struck me

I'm only the one who made it happen All-star team, see where everyone's a captain
So when it blows up, like a firework Don't worry about it cause I always got my time's worth
I am professor, a teacher for philosophy Metaphor bars and I add a little slimily
My size is small but you always looking up to me I am the great one, never getting over me

Two of my exes, sitting in the rating room I guess it's late, you won't get to see me soon
I catch the first plane, I'm heading everywhere And when I come back, with better body wear
I'll vent like a jet, keep your eyes open Hit you with that uppercut that keep your eyes swollen
Like, how many haters have me on their list? Tone body baby but I never plan to be fit

Um, and don't worry when I lace him And I know he's not my twin, but I look like Channing Tatum
They dial up, waiting for a second chance I think they hate me now, cause I never take some bad
Yeah, see why, let em, know