Grown Up by Jacob the King Lyrics
[Jacob the King]
Hey yo the kid is something special, you're gonna want more than just the rental
Yeah I give you benefits, talking medical and dental
Yeah I know I'm white but forget a Mac Miller comparison
My rhymes are presidential, talking William Henry Harrison
Except I'mma live forever, forget this weather
Just remember what I said when all the fans are screaming effort
Got that cash, because I've been on my grind
And my rhymes Back to the Future 2, ahead of its time
Like Campbell's Soup, my flow be chunky, I don't care about no lentil
My mama heard me rapping, sent me to Holly Hill because she swears the flow is mental
I ain't dropped it, I ain't signed it, but I rewind-ed and was reminded
You drop gross stuff, I drop slick stuff, quick flip
There's a problem with your flow you should probably fix it
I just Twix it - my flow so sweet
Looking for some nice candy on my trick or treat
And I'm dressed like a ghost, repping down south and east coast
But I bleed Red Wing red don't get it twisted
I'm the creme de la creme, I'm the cream of the crop
Worst bar I ever spit is better than what the others dropped
Cause they dropped the ball, five foot zero inch tall
Man your bars are comical, you are killing me smalls
But enough about you, let's talk about me
I'm well on my way to a college degree
I reside in Chapel Hill where I get my thrills
By hitting shots like Marcus Paige hits the three
Oh that's typical, another rapper spitting about basketball
But I swear my rhymes are mystical
And like golf's best weekend I am masterful
If I'm coming on the track I'm paid cash in full
I'm a man gone free like I passed parole
Finally paid for my bars like cash for gold
Dropping change in my lines like a passed a toll
Pass the hole, at the table we share
My eyes so low, forget this glare
My soul in limbo like a bar in the air
Man I'm a prince like Caspian, so just sit over there, man forget your chair
So how'd he drop a mixtape without even tryin'?
How he like a Nick Sparks book, leave all the ladies cryin'?
How he like the Wright Brothers, always flyin'?
How he like a chef, always fryin'?
I'll let you in on my secret, man I just got the gift
So I live in the present, forget the rest, Taylor Swift
And I shake it off, then I rake it off
Then I start watching your bae take it off
Like my name was David Hasselhoff
Hey yo the kid is something special, you're gonna want more than just the rental
Yeah I give you benefits, talking medical and dental
Yeah I know I'm white but forget a Mac Miller comparison
My rhymes are presidential, talking William Henry Harrison
Except I'mma live forever, forget this weather
Just remember what I said when all the fans are screaming effort
Got that cash, because I've been on my grind
And my rhymes Back to the Future 2, ahead of its time
Like Campbell's Soup, my flow be chunky, I don't care about no lentil
My mama heard me rapping, sent me to Holly Hill because she swears the flow is mental
I ain't dropped it, I ain't signed it, but I rewind-ed and was reminded
You drop gross stuff, I drop slick stuff, quick flip
There's a problem with your flow you should probably fix it
I just Twix it - my flow so sweet
Looking for some nice candy on my trick or treat
And I'm dressed like a ghost, repping down south and east coast
But I bleed Red Wing red don't get it twisted
I'm the creme de la creme, I'm the cream of the crop
Worst bar I ever spit is better than what the others dropped
Cause they dropped the ball, five foot zero inch tall
Man your bars are comical, you are killing me smalls
But enough about you, let's talk about me
I'm well on my way to a college degree
I reside in Chapel Hill where I get my thrills
By hitting shots like Marcus Paige hits the three
Oh that's typical, another rapper spitting about basketball
But I swear my rhymes are mystical
And like golf's best weekend I am masterful
If I'm coming on the track I'm paid cash in full
I'm a man gone free like I passed parole
Finally paid for my bars like cash for gold
Dropping change in my lines like a passed a toll
Pass the hole, at the table we share
My eyes so low, forget this glare
My soul in limbo like a bar in the air
Man I'm a prince like Caspian, so just sit over there, man forget your chair
So how'd he drop a mixtape without even tryin'?
How he like a Nick Sparks book, leave all the ladies cryin'?
How he like the Wright Brothers, always flyin'?
How he like a chef, always fryin'?
I'll let you in on my secret, man I just got the gift
So I live in the present, forget the rest, Taylor Swift
And I shake it off, then I rake it off
Then I start watching your bae take it off
Like my name was David Hasselhoff