(Automatic) Awwww Yup, I was tryin' to flip 500 bucks to see a band But had to grow up and be a man When I was immature, I been to war, squeeze the can' But had to grow up and be a man I was doin' shit that was pissin' me off to please the fans But had to grow up and be a man God set it up, but I was too blind to see the plan Until I grew up to be a man Yup, this Cass, man, I'm a grown-ass man Forget the past, man I'm a grown-ass man I did dirt, but now my hands is straight clean I got a son that's 18, I'm a grown-ass man [?] get a [?] from my wife if she got a cup Both my sons could get 50 cent if I got a buck Facts, so I'm tryin' to stack a couple dollars up It makes sense, I'm in the trench with the fur collar up How the fuck homie a dope writer with ghostwriters A stolen form of lyricism, I can hear it in 'im He sold his soul, got another nigga spirit in 'im He work for dudes that work with dudes, he gotta clear it with 'im He can't mess with me, I got this shit genetically It's in my genes, that's why all this green in my pair of denims (What?) I share the wisdom as soon as the thoughts come I always bought a gun just in case and then I caught one I fought the charges, the county jail where I [?] from Was outta there in less than a year, I had a short run A short gun'll leave a nigga comatose That mean the toast'll leave you in a coma Boy, come, don't get caught, run! Is you dumb? Just dip if you smart I grip sticks when niggas out of pocket like a pool shark! Soon as the good news end, the bad news start There's some rap cats that got bars; I played a huge part Some boys in the hood tryin' to play Cube part I'd rather maneuver like Cube, boy, and move smart I know when they see Noah buildin' a huge ark Demons ain't stick around, they left and drowned to death (Yes!) I was lost 'til I found success I'ma keep it goin' 'cause every song I'm featured on, I still sound the best! (Sound the best) Bars! That right Yeah This that grown man GOAT talk And if you got a mil or plus You got a grown man GOAT vault Look We're gettin' to the chips like Erik Estrada And we will pop ya For that ciabatta I'm Flip Mayweather Ay, Cass, I'm goin' in! You can't birdfeed me, I need a grown plate (Yeah) I used to pitch it underhand, I stole home base (Safe!) Y'all buyin' Louboutins but can't pay your bond I can carry the load, it don't matter if it weigh a ton A lot of cats that's from my era, they ain't keepin' up 'Cause when their ass had the bag, they ain't feed the pups I'm talkin' big dog status, I'm a Great Dane The Draco on me, I rock a fella like Jay and Dame I really made a hundred mil, I paid a lot of bills And DJ Screw gave me the plaque, he said I gave him chills My oldest son, I bought him 20 acres for the low I plant investment seeds, and then I watch 'em grow Instead of buyin' Wockesha, you need to help your people I think I feel it in the air, I think I'm Beanie Sigel But time flies, I pull some heists with my wise guys You lowlifes will never make it to my high rise Y'all niggas supposed to be workin', you on IG lurkin' Double tappin' on everything, you tried to buy her a Birkin Your priorities fucked up, you got a long way to go What would you rather be; a rapper or a CEO? (I'm both) That right (That's gangsta) Thake that All right (That's gangsta) That right Grown man talk Goat Gang shit Ya dig? (Ya dig?) La Clover Nostra We just gave these rappers ulcers Talkin' 'bout that grown-up shit Philly, Pistolvania and the Screwed Up Click