Verse 1: I worked 20+ years working for greedy and ungratefuls, helping birth them and nurture them, like they neonatal, I spoiled them I guess that’s why turned into a a-hole, I’m black and all about green what I deem interracial, I worked forced overtime,like slaves during Roman times, either work run from the police or hang with niggas holding nines, management don’t tow the line when they speak I know they lying, every since Trump they no longer seeing color blind, you think they really care how many birthdays I missed, they only care if I’m there to do my work in that bitch, my girl saved me dinner that she served it at six, I was even too tired for her curves and she thick, thanksgiving, GOTTA WORK, Christmas, GOTTA WORK, had knee surgery, I was there at work poppin percs every time we get a new manager things have gotten worse, I dream of putting a eagle to they head like Jalen Hurts Chorus: -because you disposable, you, you disposable, they act like we got no use, cause we older folk, my compensation should come with land on the Florida coast -who cares you were a company man, you disposable Verse 2: I should be happy, cause every week they cut the check, but there’s no cut to living costs so I’m stuck with the debt, when things in life start clicking, it’s just Russian roulette, I can’t afford no more kids, I stomach the sex, I feel safe on my job, with a gun and a vest, 13 hours with a 30 min lunch to refresh, that’s why I do rant, like the suns and the nets, I could have been in management, I never wanted a desk, now that I’m closer to retirement they think I’m disposable, they no longer have use for none of us older folk, my experience and knowledge, yougins couldn’t shoulder those, I do know managers they definitely should show the door, I know when I’m ready to leave so just slow your role, and stop side eying me I’m the one who stole your hoe,I’m getting to that bag like baggers at the grocery store, they wanna toss me out like trash but I’m not disposable

Verse 1: Just because you’re grown don’t mean you’re mature, what makes you a man doesn’t come in brochures, nice suit and cologne but your decisions are manure, no guidance from the poor became my life’s tour, all my dreams came from adults I’d seen, plotting money schemes or hit the lotto for the green, own my own business wasn’t optioned to me, get in debt with the quickness chasing college degrees, “work all week, and party all weekend, fuck them bills cause bills ain’t leaving, make momma mad she done gone off the deep end, called the cops on dad he down at the precinct”, another broken home is what you grow to expect, so when I left my ex the exit was no regrets, my maturity level, was to poke my chest and call my boys guess who has flown the nest.. Chorus: Now I’m so grown up, I’m ready for life Now I’m so grown up, People want my advice Now I’m so grown up, To be in my circle it’s probably gonna come from a business referral (repeat) Verse 2: I got my head out the clouds of that mental abuse breaking the cycle of a system that whites put in use, check yourself, emotionally get tuned into you, don’t refute your negatives embrace to improve, I know grown men in clubs chasing women think they winning, talking life with a wife while chasing lust they feeling, but behind on bills that collectors be sending , get your priorities straight, correct how you livin, learn patience and don’t be afraid to apologize, get the bitch out everything shouldn’t be dramatized, don’t lie to get her, that’s how blacks got colonized, you will attract those that you personify, show emotions, let her know you’re there when she’s coping, listen and give feedback when you talk be open, think about her first before you unearth your scrotum, and let the masterpiece of maturity seize the moments.

Verse 1: Yeah, I know you can’t believe it, I got hits Poppin, like cleavage, I’m independent me and labels butt heads like Beavis, grade a material but they got me on this D list, but who cares as long as my bank account increases, I ain’t no trend setter I just chop samples and make em blend better, I’m from an era that penned letters that’s why I’m nice with the words like your English lit professor, OH MY GOD if I’m so wack why you feeling jealous, I ain’t that street dude that’s gonna talk about hanging out on corners, and how me and all my niggas got that flamer upon us, I listened when they said go to school and graduate with honors, oh my god, I could’ve been the next Barack Obama, now I’m trying to stack money, that’s as tall as yannis, and have a bank account that better have at least 2 commas, to have skyn in this game you better come with condoms, I had a Georgia peach in the big apple no fruit farmer Chorus: They can’t believe what’s going on I had to start over and I righted my wrongs You know that I will when you tell me I won’t You were turning me off by not putting me on Now its on, its on its on, now its on, Now its on, its on its on, now its on (Repeat) Verse 2: I was overlooked when I played the fool, now its time for major moves, I no longer carry a 22 since 2022, I patched my life up and inflated it like an inner tube, now that I can sleep with no worries I do it in the nude, Oh My God I’m finally seeing a little daylight, battling for my position, like when 2 apes fight, no viewing from a penthouse vision if you hate heights, no beef or pork but still cut my chicken with a steak knife, now I’m trying to reach the promised land, without seeing the back seat of an ambulance, I heard the beat I seen the mic I said hand me that, cause whites are taking over rap like an avalanche, before I’m finished you’ll be saying Oh My God, them beat them lyrics this boy is on the job, killing this shit don’t phone the cops, I’m trying to resurrect it from the ones who stole the art

Verse 1: I first remember Hoover rd, Hoover Rd projects, before the gun play, drug dealers and car thefts, when government assistance helped our debt, mom and dad worked but we kept that to ourself, someone snitched DHA had no sympathy, forced out we got a big house down on Trinity, I had friends from Glendale to North Duke St, Shirley Caesar was on Geer and she was cool G,, East End Park playing ball on N Alston, playing for some green, like I’m ballin wit Boston, on Canal, they playing spades running them bostons, the liquor house on Mallard Ave was there often, around the corner from Dearborn on Club Blvd my grandparents my dads parents never pulled apart, at their church on Nixon, we read the book of god,, my life in Durham, a rap mural art Chorus: I use to live on the west coast I love California, I still have family I visit down in Florida, the love of my life yeah she from New York, but North Cackalack is where I resort, I got that North Carolina swag, you ain’t got what North Carolina has, raise up that North Carolina flag I got that North Carolina swag, you ain’t got what North Carolina has, raise up that North Carolina flag Verse 2: 2019 NC 55 became home when my parents marriage didn’t survive, dad was on Ridgeway with a 5th and his guys, where Mcdougal Terrace niggas lived the filthiest lives, I would walk to my cousins house off Elmira, Curtis St where I seen a few one nighters, late night all I seen wass blunts and lighters, my Fayetteville St aunt kept that heat beside her, my half brother lived on the West End, down on Rosedale where life was dead end,, at Lyon Park he almost got arrested, he ran but they caught his ass down on Morehead, I bought a house on University Dr, where I read my first born all his nursery rhymes, the BullCity shaped the way my life is designed, you can follow my history by the street signs

Verse 1: I was just chillin in my studio, with 4 other dudes I know, none of them could rap worth shit but we was just coolin though, this chick hit me up, and said she in the mood for, hanging out wit her girlfriends, I said come thru yo, my bar was stocked, my boy had some weed, so bring your A game nigga, don’t be coming all weak, 5 and 5 that arrangement had us all geeked, I won’t cock block and y'all better do the same for me, —-the door bell rang and in they came, unfor-gettable ass forgetting their names, my boys wasted no time they were spitting their game, everybody paired up and we sitting close range, brown liquor white liquor taking shot after shot, my boys my niggas, made it pop in this spot,, no confrontations just lots of drinking, somebody gone be fuckin from my observation Chorus: -Since you got a few friends and I got a few friends and we ain’t doing nothing let’s have a little set -What you wanna drink, what you wanna smoke, your girls look good and my boys ain’t broke -Ain’t nobody tripping, fun is the mission, grown folks here so we move a little different let’s have a little set, let’s have a little set Verse 2: Now it’s bout 4 in the morn, everybody's walking round wit a little less on, taking BC powders making themselves at home, ain’t nobody feeling different cause hell we grown , I’m a good host so now I’m cooking chicken and waffles grits and eggs nobody wants to leave til they fed, plus ain’t nothing like a good meal after good sex, I hope they all used protection , I probably should check, after the meal, they all straightened up my crib, gave out some pounds and hugs and then they finally dipped, text me everybody when you get to where you live, BullCity Cary Chapel Hill Morrisville, last night wasn’t planned but was the perfect storm, was it right maybe not but was perfectly wrong, for it to happen the same way again is buried and gone, the best set ever, the best set ever

Verse 1: I was told, I would never make it with beats and words, but uh, who are you to tell me what I deserve, I see geometry in motion I’m eyeing her curves, I got my eye on the bag but ain’t buying a purse, I keep a head banga need to hiring a nurse, I’m second to none, cause I’m never tired of first, fame or trending, which do you desire worst, give me financial freedom, before lying in a Hearst, inspiring as church, Woo,I spew like a pastor, you wack, no need to fall through like a trap door, woo I Iay this out eazy like Pap boy,, my girl needs me she ain’t got toys, everything earned, to god I asked for, I’d rather have peace than them marbled floors sample connoisseur from Ledisi to Commodores,, I’ve done a lot that I should be honored for. Chorus: I know what I want, I know what I need, so what I deserve, you gon give to me I done worked too hard, done prayed on my knees, so what I deserve, you gon give to me (repeat) Verse 2: 10,000 hours into orchestrating these beats, top MC’s should coordinate with me, Black Lives Matter is not the uproar in the streets,,it turned into a block party, playing recordings of me, I want my flowers, my recognition that Drink Champs love, one man band, I want the whole team to come up, I’m on Bandcamp, cause man that money from streaming sucks, Imma keep this thing rollin like not releasing the clutch, Whoaaa, I deserve all my real fans, they will never ever dessert like diet meal plans, divorce took everything but here I still stand, I want place in the sun like Beal and Durant, I’m Pro status, no longer a amateur some think the key to being pro is on belts of janitors, I’m doing all the dirty work like Vincent in Gattaca looking for that green like spinach on salad bars

Verse 1: I wanna thank those that never showed appreciation, that packed up and left should’ve packed a little patience, couldn’t see the growth something like a little Asian, all I heard was no before being a little famous, thanks to the doubters and all the nonbelievers I appreciate the push, as moms fetus, now you want me to work with you like foreign leaders, to have a taste of what this like, bottom feeders, thanks to those who never saw my vision I been good like Polynesian sauce on chicken, you missed out cause I’m here to cause a difference, the road to greatness, I had a few collisions, I appreciate the words that weren’t so kind, it made me have even more of a thirst to rhyme, I’m coming through the door of the 919, all the negative was needed for this prime design Chorus: I appreciate so much, yeah, Thank you I appreciate so much, yeah, Thank you I appreciate so much, yeah, Thank you I appreciate so much, yeah, Thank you Verse 2: I do appreciate all that helped shape my life, labels ain’t gunning for me, or display a knife, the best advice when I was tumbling, take a hike, so I put everything on my back and raced to higher heights, labels give you lemons to make your lemonade then double the price of sugar now that’s a give and take, I’m looking different like there’s bee venom in my face, sippin something floor seats at the NBA, I really gotta thank my man J Hodge, he believed in me, the only one who play the odds, my first fan but it felt like the grace of god, then I went to work and told my boss that I hate this job, thanks to all the rappers wanting free beats, now I’m with them bucks like the Greek Freak, it’s been a year since my last weak week, now I got more listeners, than when priests preach