Grown Man Biz Lyrics

[Hook: Jered Sanders]
Yeah, hey we 'posed to rock
You know it's God Over Money with the sure shot
Right?
Hey, we 'posed to rock
You know it's God Over Money with the sure shot
Right?
Yeah, we 'posed to rock, hey
And we 'posed to rock, hey
Hey

[Verse 1: Jered Sanders]
Yo, said I don't feel like rappity-rapping no more
Feeling like the world don't really want me to grow more
They like, "Homie, keep on doing what you known for!"
Like I don't never prep to show more
And if I make a record for the babies that's below y'all
Expectation or educating you to know more
About the Father, Abba, somebody get to checking on my soul loss
Some other sowers sow forth, 'cause everybody's so sure
Man, I done prayed for homies I should've scrapped with
And when they booked my shows, I paid the taxes
And then they ask in the interviews for raps and minuscule gossip
I be saying it's practice
Forgiving all I got 'til there's nothing left
And homie, when I get a bag, get the big piece of chicken
And the mac 'n' cheese, cornering the stuffing dress
If a hater pulling my card, know it's upper deck, God

[Hook: Jered Sanders]
Yeah, hey we 'posed to rock
You know it's God Over Money with the sure shot, ayo
It's just some grown man biz
Yo, it's just some grown man biz
Yo, it's just some grown man biz
Got some grown man bills and a grown man crib, right?
It's just some grown man biz
It's just some grown man biz
Yo, it's just some grown man biz
Got a grown man tribe with some grown man kids, right

[Verse 2: Sho Baraka]
Bow ties and narc out socks, gray in my locks
Garden in the back, yeah I'm checking on the crops
I'm reading on the porch, I'm mesmerized by the plot
I'm mad at the loud music rattling my block
Sometimes I wanna pack it up and move to the farm
But I'm -- wait, hold on, gimme a second -- Get off my lawn!
What happened to eloquence, lyrics, and execution?
Your standard is autotune, my standard was Whitney Houston
I chuckle watching these kids argue over a throne
If this ain't your ringtone, you don't have a smartphone
I'd rather waste money than waste time and waste food
'Cause you know I'm watching my waistline, yeah
Grown man business is maturing in your thinking
PTA meetings, sex while the baby's sleeping
Saturday morning cleaning, kid stuff on the weekends
Dang, I'm like my pops, but I'm young with my dreaming We dreaming

[Hook: Jered Sanders]
Yeah, hey we 'posed to rock
You know it's God Over Money with the sure shot, ayo
It's just some grown man biz
Yo, it's just some grown man biz
Yo, it's just some grown man biz
Got some grown man bills and a grown man crib, right?
It's just some grown man biz
It's just some grown man biz
Yo, it's just some grown man biz
Got a grown man tribe with some grown man kids, right

[Verse 3: Jered Sanders]
Grown man bars is something you gotta deal with
The last 15 years I've been juggling my dreams
And helping another brother go and build his
Homie, I gotta get permission when I feel sick?
I'm looking in the mirror at the man I am
Thinking 'bout the man I wanna be
And hearing how the man I gotta aim for
And every lady pray for either got a plan or a degree
And if you probably never get the latter
You probably living check to check
And without the former, then you weak, bro
You don't get applause and your benefits are gone
Bars villainous, it's hardball, killing you to sleep, yo
Jumping off the carousel, and I'm getting a living wage
But I'm trading every penny for the peace
There's nothing like kissing on your lady toes
And pressing your baby clothes
And tucking them in before they sleep tho, real talk
I made a couple dollars off the rap game
The merch doing good, eating off of that change
I started living out the mission and the stats came
So now I'm tryna get it for my last name
I made a couple dollars off the rap game
The merch doing good, eating off of that change
I started living out the mission and the stats came
So now I'm tryna get it for my last name, yeah

[Hook: Jered Sanders]
Yeah, hey we 'posed to rock
You know it's God Over Money with the sure shot, ayo
Yeah, hey we 'posed to rock
You know it's God Over Money with the sure shot, ayo
It's just some grown man biz
Yo, it's just some grown man biz
Yo, it's just some grown man biz
Got some grown man bills and a grown man crib, right?

[Sample]
"Ooh, I love my wife
I love my wife, ACK!
Let's go ride a bike
With my wife, ACK!
My wife's real young, my wife's real small
Let's go to the beach and play with a beach ball
Praise Jesus, God, and my wife
Let's go to the beach and ride a bike
Ooh, I--"

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