Grow Up - James Lyrics

I done been tracin' my past
Don't like the place that I'm at
Had to go back to the past
Thought about writing my past
Just did on the very first line
Now I'm quaking the earth by my craft
I'm in the present, you're in my presence
Understand the message
Ain't givin' you none of you presents
Work on your dreams in the present
Give back to supporters some presents
Don't f*ck with my future
How dare you plan out for my future
You don't even know what I go thru
The poverty, pain, and the sacrifice
How can you guys suffice, go and give some advice
Time to go roll the dice, I am not playing nice
How can you ever talk down on my future
Reeyawn the future, Bummy the future
Return to your past and present them their future
Man, I am a giant, I am defiant
Changing the climate, end the world like mayans
In rough like a diamond
What is a titan, when I'm a Goliath
That just be supplying, all of the facts
Y'all gotta act, this isn't a science
Your rapping is trash
I'm at the highest shine like the Orion
The bitches "Oh, Ryan!" I'm not even tryin'
Food on my plate, tough like a steak
There's too much to take, there's too much at stake
I am equivalent to the articulate lyricists trying to prove they legitimate
Ain't as magnificent, Ain't as significant
Ain't as maleficent Reeyawn, the God
Ain't as magnificent, Ain't as significant
Ain't as maleficent Reeyawn, the God
F*ckin' them all, I don't care what they say
What they given away, they just get in the way
I don't say I just pray
While they wastin' my day
Wastin' my cadence, I'm faded and jaded, I waited
They actin like pussies not fifties the 2 times indecent
Proficient in wishin', I'm better at fishin', Not gettin these children
They getting they Trix in, I'm not fakin'' like Nixon
Cognitive thoughts start provokin' on me (Me)
Blocked from my heart my fam lookin' for me (Me)
Shot to the eyes, til' the lies amplifies and there's no time to cry
(This is blindness to me)
Actively dreaming my goals lucidly
My sleep paralyzed, absent-minded relief
Alone like a wolf, but the clothes made of wool
Like the shepherds lost tool, I'm not counting the sheep
Suing my chi 'cus my bars on a roll, but my soul don't unfold
All my sins and my tolls, I don't do what I'm told
When I'm old, I'll get cold and the dice that I roll
Is a film to unroll
I'm a student enrolled to a world that is whirled to the humble beginnin'
Of losing not winnin', but findin' and willin' to capture a feelin'
A passion that's chillin' (Fulfillment that's fillin')
Fill me a drink 'cus they're asking for war
The red rum I prefer 'cus I'm killing this core and
I'm axing the door
It goes back and then forth like explosions want more
In July on the fourth
Sipon's on the move, there's nothin to do
Fire them all they go (Doo doo doo doo)
Sipon is the truth, Sipon is the groove
Writing his lyrics each way that he choose
(He choose, he choose)
I have awaken, conscious overtaking
Pen penetrating, got sleeves full of aces
Left demons in basement, left body in pavement
Trust your angel and solute it embrace it
Chase a bag before your pockets get vacant
The pen to the pad is the thing that I'm tracing
F*ck livin' rich and then die when I'm broke
I would rather live broke and then die with the dough
Die with the dough
But money want mo' is what problems are fo'
When you can't live no mo'
Livin' wit money and honeys to go
When you livin' like me they know I'mma the G.O.A.T
Life is a choice so pick up the remote
Raise up yo voice 'til you hear the alto
Gas up don't break keep yo eyes on the road
Bummy go cray we have somethin' to show
I'm praying this shit will go crazy fasho
Go to my family then give em some mo
I'm hoping the pain ain't gon' take over me
I'm hoping the pain ain't gon' figure out me
Contradict fiction, fix in the kitchen
What is the physics of mixing your vision
How can you analyze when you antagonize
Everything unique and all of the shapes and sizes
F*cking with me, I will give you the lick
F*ck with my homies, I'll give you the hit
Rappers are corny and most isn't shit
But lookin' at me, we'll give them a fit
To tell you the truth is like pleadin' the fifth
To carry your load is like givin' a lift
To pluck on my string is like makin' a rift
But look at our present and it's given a gift