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Growing Pains
[Intro:] They got Wooski on the
mix [Polo G:] So much questions for the
Lord Keep on asking "God, why?" Tell them the
story of my life That shit might make a
nigga cry Homies left me outta' nowhere I
ain't get to say goodbye Plan on grinding till I'm standing At that gate up in the
sky Cause I
told Timtim I'm gone make it I
couldn't lie Really gifted with this music That some shit you can't deny Can't let my foot up off they necks Cause it's more pressure to apply Ain't no love where I'm from It's so much hate up in the
Chi Bodies dropping on the
daily Niggas scoring like A.I Heard you plotting, pussy nigga I
can't wait for you to try Show no mercy I'm gone blast 'em In his face until he die Whack a
nigga, police searching Now I'm way up in Dubai [Tay 600:] Ayy Look up in the
sky He steady tweaking He say that it's beef Then I'm lurking on him like a
spy Pop me a
perky And pour up the
lean, everyday Cause I
gotta get high I'm [?] demon She swallow my semen Then get around, you act shy He can get shot in his eye Thinking bout them times I
seen them opps and damn near died It's so many times I
could've stopped But never tried You ain't chasing money Then you might get left behind See the
hate don't work Them niggas start to telling lies I
[?] a
nigga get fried Cause he was playing with mines She calling me, I'm pressing decline I
ain't even got the
time So many nights I
been in the
stu But I'm on the
block with .9s Get on the
beats, I'm speakin the
truth That shit so hard to find [Polo G:] Couldn't afford a
lawyer In the
county, fighting felonies But since I
came home It's like God keep on blessing me Got it out the
mud Whole hood got respect for me Back when I
was young I
used to care if they accepted me Now all of they bitches look at me Like a
celebrity They say "congratulations" But I
still peep the
jealousy I
been on my shit I
just been adding to my legacy Watch it grow I
snorted them blows That shit affected me Said I
gotta make it I
won't let this get the
best of me Bitch, where I
was raised Having Glocks is a
necessity Where shorties reckless, sparking They can't even aim it steadily And hit the
innocence Might take a
life or end a
pregnancy [Tay 600:] Youngins wilding Hanging in the
streets Just like it's sesame I
just mixed the
codeine with the
sprite Like it's a
recipe All I
tote is Glocks The
only things that's in my weaponry I
seen my brother die My momma thought I
needed therapy People steady testing me "Tay, you gotta chill" Is what they telling me I
was on the
blocks and shooting opps Ain't trynna' let it be You gon' catch a
bullet If you ever think you checking me Even when you see my by myself I
got that TEC with me Step to me Drills and killing opps Is in my pedigree Even when I'm chilling Tote a
chopper, that .270 I
just got the
top From a
new bop Her name was Ebony Slide on anybody That want smoke And make them scared of me
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