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Growing Pains

 

Growing Pains


Too many nights I had to stay up circles under my eyes
I gotta stay loyal to these plans until the day that I die
Too many growing pains I suffered crashing learning to fly
I gotta watch the way I move can't trade my watch for my life
My sister just became a mother I'm in love with Bahia
Fuck the pandemic, I was staying home and ain't get to see her
My sister she just had a baby named her after my father's mother
And when he heard the news, he cried to know she was thinking of her
These rappers think they rich, but they just do it for Instagram
I'm rich in real life bitch, I'm a motherfucking business man
My father tried to give us shit he never had
So when my daughter turning 10 know I'ma get her ass a Birkin bag

It's a cold world, no sweater, no blanket
Violate, vendetta, you gon' take it
If it's fuck me, its fuck you
With your goofy ass
I was robbed up in my city and they told
But then we got it back

And if I left you down in the dark
I was wrong, put the blame on me
I turned into a slave to a slave
I feel free with these chains on me
And if I left you down in the dark
I was wrong put the blame on me
I turned into a slave to a slave
I feel free with these chains on me

I've fallen out with my brothers
And it ain't feeling right, selfish
Yeah, I wrote a song, but I ain't do no shit to help it
See Richie? That's my brother
Made me believe that I got it
Dadda was my DJ when nobody was in the audience
And if Trace ever need me on the first flight to Los Angeles
I thank God for Ben, my manager
Don't know how he handle it
'Cause I know I give you a hard time
And I been tryna make it out
'Cause if I shine, then we gon' all shine
They don't wanna count me in
And if I die, I ain't gon' rest good
I'm holding down 351 in London, rapping on Westwood
Why they talk down on a younging getting cash
Saying I went pop with it
I'm an authentic artist
Never play me for the opposite

It's a cold world, no sweater, no blanket
Violate, vendetta, you gon' take it
If it's fuck me, its fuck you
With your goofy ass
I was robbed up in my city and they told
But then we got it back

And if I left you down in the dark
I was wrong, put the blame on me
I turned into a slave to a slave
I feel free with these chains on me
And if I left you down in the dark
I was wrong put the blame on me
I turned into a slave to a slave
I feel free with these chains on me

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