🎵 Grown Simba // by J. Cole

74 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçe Grown Simba Lyrics The fourth track of 2009’s The Warm Up serves as a now-prophetic story detailing the ambition and hunger Cole possessed coming into the rap game. Sprinkled with handfuls of clever homonymic wordplay and a… Read More  [Intro] Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh [Verse 1] Now I was dreamin' 'bout a deal at the age of thirteen I was fiendin' for the mils, I ain't talkin' Burger King Some of my niggas in the Ville, all they did was serve fiends Fuck scales, I had skills, all day rehearsing Them pretty boys had them gals, spent they time flirting All they wanted was some waves like they fucking surfing Hold up now, don't get it twisted, I ain't hatin', do your thing I was like a young Simba, couldn't wait to be the king Now, a nigga is the prince Hopped over the fence where the grass way greener Look at shawty ass, way meaner Somethin' like Serena mixed with Trina, have you seen her? She fine enough to be Ms. Howard, word to Adina My money like a senior, watch it graduate Now it's time to eat, I'm lettin' all my niggas grab a plate Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phonies These niggas heard about me, now they actin' like they know me [Chorus] Keep on sayin', "Where you goin', nigga?" Shit, it ain't no tellin', huh, yeah "Ayy, where you goin', nigga?" Ayy, it ain't no tellin', yeah They keep on sayin', "Where you goin', nigga?" Goin', nigga Ayy, it ain't no tellin', yeah Can't tell you where I'm goin', just know I won't stop Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top, uh [Verse 2] Pardon the interruption A proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary, man Greedy niggas wouldn't let me in the cafeteria-n 'Cause they ain't believe, suddenly they Presbyterian The hoes is librarians, they lookin' me up She got a jones like Marion, she lickin' me up Then we cut, look how she say my name I got her moanin' "J. Cole," they used to say "Jermaine" I never change, I'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet, shit's deep I was low, just a dollar and some hope fixed me 'Cause I was broke, plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercer I'm a star, Converses Conversin' with them girls with them curves like cursive They open like curtains 'Cause my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio Same bitches used to play me, though [Chorus] Now, they yellin', "Where you goin', nigga?" Shit, it ain't no tellin', huh, yeah "Ayy, where you goin', nigga?" Shit, it ain't no tellin', yeah They keep on sayin', "Where you goin', nigga?" Goin', nigga It ain't no tellin', yeah I can't tell you where I'm goin', just know I won't stop Goodbye to the bottom (Yeah), hello to the top, yeah [Verse 3] I left the city for a minute, but it's still on my back Told my niggas "Ayy, I'm finna put the Ville on the map I'll be back, and I'm comin' with a deal and a plaque" 'Cause I'm ill, bitch, they couldn't make a pill for the rap Pourin' liquor for my niggas that was killed, send 'em back Came home, shit is real, niggas still in the trap Hold up now, don't get it twisted, if you slang, do your thing Me, I'm like a young Simba, I can't wait to be the king, witness the dream Straight out that Carolina water, I was brought up In the city where the skinny niggas tryna be the ballers Ain't no fathers, but the skinny niggas tryna hit they daughters Sneakin' in her crib, but her mama never caught us What they taught us? Man, them bad bitches only want the ballers and starters We hoopin', now the hoes wanna guard us Uh, okay, so play D, know what I mean? And I, I, I'll put you on the team Man, this life is but a dream and I need a fast car Bad broads, fast forward, passport, I'm a fuckin' rap star [Outro] "Ayy, where you goin', nigga?" Shit, it ain't no tellin', yeah They say this life is but a dream, well, I need a fast car Bad broads, fast forward, passport, I'm a fuckin' rap star "Ayy, where you goin', nigga?" Yeah, it ain't no tellin'