getting my grown man on Say what? Say what? I'm just getting my grown man on Say what? Say what? I'm just getting my grown man on Say what? Say what?
Перевод: Little Brother. Grown Man.
I'm hittin' for y'all. Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin' Lilke a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin'. They called me Little Man all in the
slip Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
t tryna go back to livin' gutter man That's why I'm stackin' this cheese to feed my mother, man Plus I got a step pop and a little brother, man And I
little brother i just want you to know i'm so proud i'm so proud of you so hey little brother i was cruel and mean to you but hey little brother i need
Grown man music mothafucker, No little kids shit Monstablokaz, Shit is crazy right, Mozez baby, Let's go Chorus You know just how we do it,
to that love is color-blind Verse 1: I remember whren I was a child and couldn't understand people having fun discriminating all the different ones mama just used to say when you grow
Yeah, I'm a greedy man, a greedy man I'm a greedy man, I'm a greedy man I'm a greedy man Now, brother don't leave the homework undone Hey, hey, hey Now, brother
spots that I'm hidin' in Blackin' out as I ***** back, **** gettin' hit This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it 'Til everybody come home, little ****** is grown
signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man He's only 6 years old We waited in the blistering cold for you For 4 hours and you just said "No" That's pretty shitty man
three Why didn't my folks just die in this society? Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me? Two little brothers, two sisters, them
lost already Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother You traded your soul for riches My child, I've watched you grow
a A why christmas Brother and my Brother and my Brother and my Sister Brother and my Brother and my Brother and my Sister She messed up again Why? My brother
did it and y'all know that I'm wit it I'll give anything for passin' and take to it back A hustlin' little brother with crack But now I grind a little
'm with it/ I'll give anything for past sinnin' and take it back/ A hustlin' little nigga with cash, but now we grind a little bit harder, harder/ My
soul who ever felt like I owed Them a god damn dime, or a god damn rhyme Or a god damn chance, motherfucker you sad You a grown ass man, holding a nigga
