paroles de chanson When I Grow Up - Azad Right
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
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
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
When
I,
when
I,
when
I,
when
I
grow
up
When
I
grow
up
I
wanna
run
my
city,
like
Pac,
Nas,
J
and
Biggie
Make
money
like
Diddy
Won't
stop,
won't
stop,
won't
stop
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