Lyrics:

[Hook] (x2)

When I grow up

I wanna be a baller, a Benz-driving rich shot caller

When I grow up

I wanna be like Jordan and Kobe on the court with my homies, said

When I grow up

I wanna be a rapper, a sold out stadium packer

When I grow up

I wanna run my city, like Pac, Nas, Jay and Biggie

Make money like Diddy

[Verse 1]

Most people only got two dreams in this life

But ain't got no means

So we hustle all day tryin' to stock that green

End up hittin' that mall to cop them jeans, I gots to

Most of us don't care about school

We don't care about rules, still we very smart, clearly not fools

Section 8 was a scary spot too

So we snuck into the Marriott pool and got wild too

Most of us don't follow all the politics

Too busy caught up in our sorrow to acknowlege it

I got homies that ain't never went to college

But they makin' more money than my father with a doctorate

Most of us think money is success

Thinkin' out the box got me stressed

Man I wanna be the best but I never thought that'd mean smaller checks

Than my peers, but I swear I got next

Cause when I show up

I can feel they eyes on me

All the women start vibin' off me

Haters in the crowd always wanna get down

Mean muggin' tryin' hard to get a rise out of me

But when I blow up

I'mma get moms that Jag

I'mma go and spend time with my dad

Travel around the world with the people that I love

Celebratin' man what a good life that we have, said

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 2]

Yeah, never thought I'd do what I love for a livin'

If I didn't rap I'd be in that kitchen, baggin' up hard drugs for a livin'

Naw, but it sounds good I used to try to sound hood

'Til I figured out it didn't make me different

It'd be a total waste of my vision

Now I'm worth more than gold, way these people all crave for a listen

Sittin' on the beach, hear the waves in the distance

Oh Santa Monica, the city of the heartbroken

Most of my homies still here but they hearts stolen

Tell me how'd we let go of our dreams when we grew up so close to the lights? Yeah

People grind for this chance

Shit, they'd die for this chance

Man, at least take a roll of the dice, hit it twice look

Makin' history take a long time, and

I ain't got nothin' but time, I love the irony

Girlfriends get caught up in the whirlwind

Heard you said that I'm fucked in the head

Still you hit me on the reg' to get fucked in my bed, but

That's too much to get done before the world ends

Yeah, I said that in twenty twelve

My karma sucks I should be burned in twenty hells

Luckily, I went ahead and changed my life

Done waiting, time to make things right, cause

[Hook]

[Outro]

When I, when I, when I, when I grow up (x4)

When I grow up

I wanna run my city, like Pac, Nas, J and Biggie

Make money like Diddy (x3)

Won't stop, won't stop, won't stop