Growing Pains

Growing pains
Brain insane
What's that strain?
Wanna shoot my shot at fame
Music business inhuman
Now I'm chilling in economy
First class is an ideology
Will I get there one day? Probably
If I don't, I owe apologies
Uh

Thirst for the bag Ima' get it
Go talk your shit, you're permitted
Pull up at my crib, you're acquitted
I ain't from the East side or the West side
From the North, I'm fitted
I don't wanna argue much
Look
I don't really fuck with such
Crooks

l don't do reasoning
With people seeking
To mislead me
Cheating? Deserve a beating
They cancel out their feelings
To believe in their own treason
Now their bleeding and shrieking
To their scheming demons
I don't care
Although, I will beware
Make all my homies aware
Protection, deflection of all that negative energy
Dispensary visits, making it necessary
Sour cherry on my pen, I think I found my zen
I can't pretend
Put all of my faith in you bitches
Who like to call me their friend

Growing pains
Brain insane
What's that strain?
Wanna shoot my shot at fame
Music business inhuman
Now I'm chilling in economy
First class is an ideology
Will I get there one day? Probably
If I don't, I owe apologies
Uh

Thirst for the bag Ima' get it
Go talk your shit, you're permitted
Pull up at my crib, you're acquitted
I ain't from the East side or the West side
From the North, I'm fitted
I don't wanna argue much
Look
I don't really fuck with such
Crooks

l don't do reasoning
With people seeking
To mislead
Uh
I don't get offended with a bitch
I don't get offended with a bitch
When she switch sides
I don't give a shit
Telling big lies
Fucking new guys
They aren't wise
All lies aside
I can't wait my whole life
For you to decipher the wiser
Can't see clearly
Need new wipers
In the end I'll be the survivor
I'll have

Growing pains
Brain insane
What's that strain?
Wanna shoot my shot at fame
But music business inhuman



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Writer(s): Jacob Straw
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