Don't Rush 2 Grow Up - Boosie Badazz, Calliope Bub, C-Murder

Don’t rush, ain’t no rush

Aye yo slow down

Don’t rush to grow up

My young niggas swallow dope

And then they throw up

And then the cops leave

Cause outta block B

We make the block bleed

These lame niggas got Glocks

And they got me

Don’t rush to grow up

My young niggas swallow dope

And then they throw up

And then the cops leave

Cause outta block B

We make the block bleed

These lame niggas got Glocks

And they got me

Don’t rush, you ready?

Like you stupid as fuck

Don’t run your hood up

Don’t rush and then tear shit up

Like you can’t be touched

Like you can’t be beat

Like you can’t slump in the street

And become a lump of old meat

Acting invincible, will get you turn invisible

One day you’re here

And the next day they missing you

You mama tryna picture you on your birthday

Now your birthdays gon' be worse days

No more birthdays and church days

Reminisce about you often, while your coffin

Was sitting right there in front the altar

Must have cost her

A bread payment all you left her

It’s the cost of being bad many Henny

And I’m pressed bad

Cause when I know that they’s a child

It’s never right man

Whatever goes up, it must come down

It’s like you’re rushing it

My nigga slow down

My nigga slow down

My nigga slow down

Don’t rush to grow up man

You’ve got time man

Keeping it real?

Keeping it real is keeping it alive dawg

Boosie Badazz

Hold up, don’t rush to grow up

Take your time like you’re 'pose to

Peer pressure will have you with letters up in Angola

I don’t never want soldier

Get in the game cause I’m older

If he don’t listen he tripping

But if he do he’ll be colder

This for my adolescents itching for a body

When a rep’s, all they bustin'

That ten year old tryna fuck 'fore he nothing

You gotta grow old, slow your roll

You don’t wanna die at sixteen

You don’t wanna fuck around and slip

And have a child at sixteen

You ain’t gotta be high to be fly

It’s all in your mind

You ain’t gotta kill to be real

You ain’t fake if you cry

I’m saying niggas who jump you off the porch

Forget about you on your Joe’s

If you don’t know the ropes, you gon' get huh

What I tell my son

Where I am from they grow up fast

Nineties babies showing they ass

Slinging 9 and blowing cash

Like the old talk said

Don’t rush to grow up

Everything gon' come in time

Use your mind

Cause all it takes is one time, to get ninety nine

Don’t rush to grow up

My young niggas swallow dope

And then they throw up

And then the cops leave

Cause outa block B

We make the block bleed

These lame niggas got Glocks

And they got me

Don’t rush to grow up

My young niggas swallow dope

And then they throw up

And then the cops leave

Cause outa block B

We make the block bleed

These lame niggas got Glocks

And they got me

Calliope Bud

Take your time youngin, you moving too fast

You tweaking for what?

This game is a monster

Swing you around, swallow you up

You better be ready

No plan is filled, this shit is for real

Nigga jumped in head first

Ain’t gon' lie some real ones got killed

You feel me youngin?

I’m talking to you

Yeah, you and your crew

Gotta take heed, they tryna tell me

I’m tryna tell you

Wish we would have listen

Now most of my homies is missing

Shouldn’t be annoyed oh gotta be in this fucked up position

Wish I stayed in school and played ball

I was good at it

Fucked around and dropped out

Now I got us a good hood status

Running shop and took my Glock on some beef shit

In and out of jail

Back and forth with the court

Hope they don’t keep me

My record bad so fuck a job

They ain’t gon' hire me

All I got is the dirty game

And fake friends sitting beside of me

My mom’s worried, she pray for me, every day for me

So you think this game for you

Welcome home, come and play dummy

Real, real, real