Yo guys, thank y'all so much for the 100,000 views and the subscribes So much appreciation Edit : WOW Guys just hit 1,000,000 views so much thanks guys just made my day another remix like it is coming but after i end my exams Edit : Aight Folks, it's 10M now that's great
NF - When I grow up, I wanna rap Logic - When I grow up, I wanna end racism Joyner Lucas - When I grow up, I wanna end the mumbles Eminem - When I grow up, I wanna shut these critics up
NF just dont need curse words, neither does he need his political opinion in every second song (like eminem and joyner always do) so for me NF is way ahead of these three
@@zacksmith8424 umm no he is totally right, Eminem is definitely the leader all of them look up to Em and he has been in the game way longer than them and has more experience
lyrics: Yeah, when I grow up, you know what I wanna be? Take a seat, let me tell you my ridiculous dreams I wanna rap, yeah, I know it's hard to believe And I can tell you're already thinkin' I will never succeed But I'm okay with it, I admit the lyrics are weak I been workin' on 'em, I'll be good eventually I understand you gotta crawl before you get to your feet But I been running for a while, they ain't ready for me, ah I know this probably isn't really realistic And honestly, I might not ever make a difference But that don't make a difference, I'ma have to risk it I been crunchin' numbers, you ain't gotta be a mathematician And see the odds ain't rootin' for me I can't lie though, it's kinda how I like it to be The underdog, yeah, you probably think you know what I mean But what I'm saying is they ever push me, I'm gonna swing, yeah I could go to college, get in debt like everybody else Graduate and probably get a job that doesn't pay the bills That don't make a lot of sense to me, forget the Happy Meals I don't like the dollar menu, I would rather make a meal Huh? Make a mil'? Nah, I said make a meal Home-cookin', get the grill, how you want it? Pretty well? Everything I see is overdone to me, I'm not Adele But I'ma get a record deal and say hello to mass appeal When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' 'bout the way I feel, oh yeah I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up Yeah, ayy When I grow up Yeah, yeah, ayy I been knockin' doors down like a Jehovah witness God as my witness, I'm with this But on the real, I think I need another witness! If it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldn't change a thing Light skin mothafucka certified as a house nigga Well I'll be God damned, go figure In my blood is the slave and the master It's like the devil playin' spades with the pastor But he was born with the white privilege! Man, what the fuck is that? White people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin' with his toys I should be ashamed to be black And some black people look ashamed when I rap Like my great granddaddy didn’t take a whip to the back Not accepted by the black or the white I don't give a fuck, praise God, I could see the light Everybody talkin' 'bout race this, race that I wish I could erase that, face facts Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know, how it go Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something I just want to pay my bills Rappin' 'bout the way I feel, oh yeah I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalking in the sky With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick You duck and hide from the Rugers A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar When the music, guess I'm alive and I use it Get stuck inside of the cubics I never lie but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers And all my life want the food When it's summertime and the juice But I'd rather die than to lose It's a matter of time 'fore I lose it And strategize with the movement Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh Hoe, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up Try to take me apart, they ain't never wanna (celebrate) Like you have a label, call the doctor Heard the chopper make 'em do the macarena All you niggas sweet as candy Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate) On the corner Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate) All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah) Bitch, I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy) All we do is win, you a loser to me Rappers wanna talk about battle me I just want to pay my bills Rappin' 'bout the way I feel, oh yeah I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up Yeah, ayy When I grow up Yeah, yeah, ayy Yeah, let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr) Full magazine could take Staples out Savage, but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account But bitch I'm off the chain like Kala Brown Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin' My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y'all are To give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion or view You mention me, millions of views, attention in news I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you Billions of views, your ten cents are two Skim through the music to give shit reviews To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse Don't get misconstrued, business as us' Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening to Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Everyone copies though? Probably no Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi yo, adios I can see why people like Lil' Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin', it just ain't for me All I am simply is just an emcee Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean Maybe I need to stir up shit Preferably shake the world up if it were up to me Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill I should eat a pill, probably I will Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel, oh yeah I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah (yeah) I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah (okay) Might not be the best in my field (ayy) But I guarantee that I'ma die real (ayy, oh) When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills (woo) Rappin' about the way I feel, oh yeah (yeah, the way I feel) Yeah, I just want to make a couple mil' (ayy) Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah (to the fam in the will) I just want to sign a record deal (woo) Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah (a house up in the hills) Yeah, I might not be the best in my field (ayy) But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up
LYRICS Yeah, when I grow up, you know what I wanna be? Take a seat, let me tell you my ridiculous dreams I wanna rap, yeah, I know it's hard to believe And I can tell you're already thinkin' I will never succeed But I'm okay with it, I admit the lyrics are weak I been workin' on 'em, I'll be good eventually I understand you gotta crawl before you get to your feet But I been running for a while, they ain't ready for me, ah I know this probably isn't really realistic And honestly, I might not ever make a difference But that don't make a difference, I'ma have to risk it I been crunchin' numbers, you ain't gotta be a mathematician And see the odds ain't rootin' for me I can't lie though, it's kinda how I like it to be The underdog, yeah, you probably think you know what I mean But what I'm saying is they ever push me, I'm gonna swing, yeah I could go to college, get in debt like everybody else Graduate and probably get a job that doesn't pay the bills That don't make a lot of sense to me, forget the Happy Meals I don't like the dollar menu, I would rather make a meal Huh? Make a mil'? Nah, I said make a meal Home-cookin', get the grill, how you want it? Pretty well? Everything I see is overdone to me, I'm not Adele But I'ma get a record deal and say hello to mass appeal When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' 'bout the way I feel, oh yeah I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up Yeah, ayy When I grow up Yeah, yeah, ayy I been knockin' doors down like a Jehovah witness God as my witness, I'm with this But on the real, I think I need another witness! If it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldn't change a thing Light skin mothafucka certified as a house nigga Well I'll be God damned, go figure In my blood is the slave and the master It's like the devil playin' spades with the pastor But he was born with the white privilege! Man, what the fuck is that? White people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin' with his toys I should be ashamed to be black And some black people look ashamed when I rap Like my great granddaddy didn’t take a whip to the back Not accepted by the black or the white I don't give a fuck, praise God, I could see the light Everybody talkin' 'bout race this, race that I wish I could erase that, face facts Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know, how it go Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something I just want to pay my bills Rappin' 'bout the way I feel, oh yeah I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalking in the sky With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick You duck and hide from the Rugers A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar When the music, guess I'm alive and I use it Get stuck inside of the cubics I never lie but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers And all my life want the food When it's summertime and the juice But I'd rather die than to lose It's a matter of time 'fore I lose it And strategize with the movement Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh Hoe, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up Try to take me apart, they ain't never wanna (celebrate) Like you have a label, call the doctor Heard the chopper make 'em do the macarena All you niggas sweet as candy Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate) On the corner Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate) All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah) Bitch, I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy) All we do is win, you a loser to me Rappers wanna talk about battle me I just want to pay my bills Rappin' 'bout the way I feel, oh yeah I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up Yeah, ayy When I grow up Yeah, yeah, ayy Yeah, let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr) Full magazine could take Staples out Savage, but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account But bitch I'm off the chain like Kala Brown Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin' My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y'all are To give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion or view You mention me, millions of views, attention in news I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you Billions of views, your ten cents are two Skim through the music to give shit reviews To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse Don't get misconstrued, business as us' Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening to Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Everyone copies though? Probably no Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi yo, adios I can see why people like Lil' Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin', it just ain't for me All I am simply is just an emcee Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean Maybe I need to stir up shit Preferably shake the world up if it were up to me Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill I should eat a pill, probably I will Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel, oh yeah I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah (yeah) I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah (okay) Might not be the best in my field (ayy) But I guarantee that I'ma die real (ayy, oh) When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills (woo) Rappin' about the way I feel, oh yeah (yeah, the way I feel) Yeah, I just want to make a couple mil' (ayy) Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah (to the fam in the will) I just want to sign a record deal (woo) Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah (a house up in the hills) Yeah, I might not be the best in my field (ayy) But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up
NF is the guy that doesn' show the face until the movie ends Eminem is the guy who carries the movie but dies at the end Joyner is the bad guy that turns out to be good Logic is the smart kid
NF: rhythm, rhymes Logic: brains, quick breaths Joyner Lucas: as many words in one breath as possible Eminem: everything literally just can do it all (jack of all traits)
yeah he's referring to the flow that a lot of unimaginative people (and no they aren't rappers or musicians or artists) were getting from the Migos, I mean even the Migos told people to stop doin it and they just kept trying to ride it like a money train.
Yeah, when I grow up, you know what I wanna be? Take a seat, let me tell you my ridiculous dreams I wanna rap, yeah, I know it's hard to believe And I can tell you're already thinkin' I will never succeed But I'm okay with it, I admit the lyrics are weak I've been workin' on 'em, I'll be good eventually I understand you gotta crawl before you get to your feet But I been running for a while, they ain't ready for me, ahh I know this prolly isn't really realistic And honestly, I might not ever make a differencе But that don't make a differencе, I'ma have to risk it I've been crunchin' numbers, you ain't gotta be a mathematician To see the odds ain't rootin' for me I can't lie though, it's kinda how I like it to be The underdog, yeah, you prolly think you know what I mean But what I'm saying is they ever push me, I'm gonna swing, yeah I could go to college, get in debt like everybody else Graduate and prolly get a job that doesn't pay the bills That don't make a lot of sense to me, forget the Happy Meals I don't like the dollar menu, I would rather make a meal Huh? Make a mil'? Nah, I said make a meal Home-cookin', get the grill, how you want it? Pretty well? Everything I see is overdone to me, I'm not Adele But I'ma get a record deal and say hello to ma** appeal [Chorus] When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah) I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah) I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah) Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up [Verse 2: Logic] I been knockin' doors down like a Jehovah witness God as my witness, I'm with this But on the real, I think I need another witness! If it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldn't change a thing Light skin mothaf**ka certified as a house n***a Well I'll be God damned, go figure In my blood is the slave and the master It's like the devil playin' spades with the pastor But he was born with the white privilege! Man, what the f**k is that? White people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin' with his toys I should be ashamed to be black And some black people look ashamed when I rap Like my great granddaddy didn’t take a whip to the back Not accepted by the black or the white I don't give a f**k, praise God, I could see the light Everybody talkin' 'bout race this, race that I wish I could erase that, face facts Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know, how it go Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know [Chorus] When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah) I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah) I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah) Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up [Verse 3: Joyner Lucas] While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers (Brap, brap) A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no music Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics (Buck, buck) I never lie, but the truth is I'm f**kin' tired of these losers And all my life want the food when it's supper time and the juice (Brap, brap) But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t (Buck, buck) Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh Ho, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh Pretty, with a face full of scars All they did was build me up, tried to take me apart (Buck, buck, buck) They ain't ever wanna celebrate like you have a label Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena (Yeah, yeah, yeah) All you n***as sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later Jolly Rancher, stick of bubblegum, it's watermelon flavored (Woo, woo, woo!) Get the paper, I'ma (Celebrate) on the corner Heard you n***as got the juice, but I got Corona Got a little Spanish b*t*h, I call her maricona Joyner Lucas, b*t*h, I'm hotter than a f**kin' sauna (Woo, woo, woo!) Yeah, I make you n***as (Elevate) All you new n***as don't do it for me, look (Woah) B*t*h I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (Ayy) All we do is win, you a loser to me Rappers wanna [Chorus] When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah) I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah) I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah) Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up [Verse 4: Eminem] Let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break it down Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I'm 'bout To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows If I press the issue just to get the anger out (Brrr!) Full magazine could take Staples out Savage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account But b*t*h, I'm off the chain like Kala Brown Motherf**ker, shut the f**k up when I'm talkin', lil' b*t*h I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin' My talent? Oh, b*t*h, I don't know who the f**k y'all are To give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion of you You mention me, millions of views, attention in news I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you Billions of views, your ten cents are two Skim through the music to give sh*t reviews To get clicks, but b*t*h, you just lit the fuse Don't get misconstrued, business as us' Sh*t-list renewed, so get sh*t to do Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get What the f**k half the sh*t is that you're listenin' to Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Everyone copies though? Prob'ly no Get this f**kin' audio out my Audi, yo, adiós I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin', it just ain't for me All I am simply is just an emcee Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea (Get it?) Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean Maybe I need to stir up sh*t, preferably Shake the world up if it were up to me Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill I should eat a pill, probably I will Old me killed the new me, watch him bleed to death I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L ("Evil" spelled) [Chorus] When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah) I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah) I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah) Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up
Massive fan of all these 4 but NFs songs are incredible lyrically the things he says in tracks are relatable and he keeps it real. I'm from England🏴 and he's not massive compared to the other 3. Be sick if he done a tour here, I would definitely go!
I personally don’t care about cursing and personally curse a lot but.... it’s nice to play music i like around my family without having to worry about bad language
Being an absolute mega fan for all four of these artists, I can say confidently that the amount of fire spit on this song cannot be properly described.
2021...I am only now hearing this. Took a break from rap/hip hop for years as heavy metal took over as life progressed. Pandemic helped me discover I drink WAY TOO MUCH! But I've been working on myself for about a year now, feeling great, no alcohol and when I do I feel so guilty the next day so I simply remember the consequences and put the bottle down. I still love heavy metal but have started dipping my toes back into rap and this is fantastic. This is rap. This is how it is done all you youngins'. Damn it is hard to find good shit to listen to these days. Y'all take care of yourselves, even the ones who like the bad stuff.
Ale Viking Honestly I love all these rappers but NF is underrated, logic is hated, Eminem is “washed up” to most people, Joyner is overall good to most people though..
@@finnmartin7081 You do realize Eminem litteratly owned a whole decade and is still a good contender for owning the 2010s, while Logic has inspired millions of people with his music, you don't even have to listen to the music but at least respect the two legends before a swarm of fellow Eminem Stans come by and bombard your reply with death messages. Damn
Adam Williams think about it that shit would be hella dope like put them all together what do the lyrical experience of the lyrical expert EMINEM, the sporadic flow of Logic, the crazy cinematic beats of NF, and a Hispanic twist of Joyner Lucas. like hell yeah man
These 4 people all have their own flows that differ from each other all different styles and beats but all have 1 thing in common. They spit lyrics like gods and the fact these verse are completely different and still flow with that beat like these guys are just one their own level they are untouchable they are the kings of rap dead ass👏👑
Character - NF Class - Assassin Ability - Kills beats Character - Logic Class - Hacker Ability - Kills lyrics Character - Eminem Class - Commander Ability - Kills everything Character - Joyner Class - Berserker Ability - Kills mumble
There is nothing that has meant more to me than this remix. Man the lives you have touched with this masterwork. Leaves me In awe in all honesty thank you.
@@dontsaymynameunlessyouknow8775 Joyner is great, logic is great, but then he released his new album that belonged in the garbage, and he won't shut up about being biracial. I think he's a good rapper just he's new stuff isn't that good. Hopsin not that good tho
Eminem to NF and Logic: "Let's all wear caps and not tell Lucas." NF to Eminem: "'Lets wear hoodies too, just don't tell Robert and Lucas." Lucas to Eminem: "Yo Mathers, got any chains? Let's wear them and not tell Nate and Robert." Logic to everybody: "The fuck Nate, you didn't bring a watch today?"
If you look, you can see multiple similarities and differences in the pictures. I think it may have meaning, or it may not. It may all be cosmetic. The pictures are similar in stance, showing they have the same general style (rap). Logic has a white background, Lucas isnt wearing a hat and has multiple chains, Eminem has a hat and hood, and a beard, NF is lacking a beard and chain, and only has his hood halfway up. All these differences may show their similarities as artists, or (more likely) its purely cosmetic.
Back in the day, this was my go-to, and I used to think this was real, but then listened to the original realising it has 160 million views. I was flabbergasted.
is it just me or does it kinda sound like NF be like "let me in the game, with respect" Logic like " let him in guys, we all ppl" Joyner and Em be like "Nah fuck this wackass kid"
Wont explain my story, just know NF, this song and many of your lyrics you express are the exact words and thoughts i cant seem to leave my head, that need to be said. I use your music to say what i feel and cant put into words myself, but most of all, to understand myself and know that im not the only one that has demons that are hard to conquer. Yet, are worth fighting. Thank you.
NF - When I Grow Up Logic - I’m biracial Joyner - Rapping about anything Eminem - Destroying the rap industry Edit: Before I get anymore comments about it, it’s just a joke about what their verse sounds like, it’s not supposed to be the titles of the songs that were used, as I’m very aware of the songs that they’ve used on here
Got hyped for a second there thinking that this was a real collab from 3 of the best lyricists in the game right now and the GOAT too!! Still fire though.
Yooo, the adjustments on Eminem's The Ringer and how the made the music fit it is absolutely amazing. Perfect drops, eerie vibes, _autotuned Em_ ... great!
Joyner- only person wearing a bandana Logic- Only one not standing in front of a blackish background NF- only one with no visible jewelry Eminem- only one with no sort of brand name or logo showing
