Growth
Give me 50p I'll make that flip into a pound
Then turn it around
Make it into 2 to 3 to 4 to 5 to ten
Give me five minutes I'll make that ten again
Get out of my face I ain't selling you no pen
But I could sell corners to the guys in the ends
Or cages to my guys in the pen
Yeah word up represent
Don't like how I talke don't buy my tape
No I won't get out of bed to sell you an eighth
I got sales and songs to suit them
I'm no begger I got time to chose them
Made improvements
Now I make big boy movements
Bad boy momentum
Bad boys in the mentions
Not to mention the dms or the girls that send em
Black and white. Plain or spiced
Straight or dyke
Fit or wide
Thicc or fly
Fish nets or tights
I have my type
But I'm not picky tonight
So this is night
I start the time of my life
You only hate in mine cause your not living yours right
You only hate mine cause your not living yours right
So tonight I start the time of my life.
I start the time of my life right here right now
So get ready. Listen as I'm bout to break it down
You thought the rap had started
But we're barely in this
So typical you didn't even understand the beginning
Your bout to witness a miracle
So don't talk listen to the way I speak so rhythmical
So lyrical what got him like this
He's only 21 and had and end of life crisis
The way he makes the mic hit
Like How'd he write this
What a display
What made him this way
His ability to ingest
Information and things fast
His interest for interest
Make money to invest
Spit fast to get rich fast
I'm on my kings quest
Get my dream house of Pinterest
Get a queen like Kim west
And make me a princess
Or a couple of sons
Bodyguards carry a couple of guns
Never done a stretch but done a couple of runs
My mother's my everything but I got a couple mum's
I want a couple of funds
Matter of fact I want tonnes
Want my rhymes held high like puns
I'm the game not a player
Say a prayer
I mean say a prayer
If the food taste great share
Share with the team
Share with the scene
Share with God
Share your dream with the squad
Don't be greedy
I'm not saying they need me
But I'm the only one who feeds me
But the only one who feeds them
I meet them. Greet them treat them
The streets bring beefs we eat them
Beat them and make em our own
Laid my boy to rest see where the flowers grown
Got his own throne
I'm in my own zone
And I'm never leaving
Forever grieving
Never speaking on how you left us that weekend
The pain is harsh but the truth is harsher
No armour could protect you from karma
And I'll lay the next man down who says I'm just like my father
These type of comments could lead to murder
You not even close matter facts couldn't be further
Away from the truth
I paid for the booth
Then pay for what I say in the booth
I stay spraying the truth
The stories I tell are harsh like removing a wisdom tooth
A misled youth in his bedroom
Consuming the words of MF DOOM
dreaming that he could tell his gloom like that soon
Practice on empty till that very last fume
Gave it my my all and become A S B O
They said he'd grow
To be a failure and slow
And although
Doubt has taken its tole
But never taken his soul
As he made ends meet though
He Developed a stainless steel flow
Matter fact it's gone gold
And everyone know
When it rains the streets grow
God damn it they glow
Across the nation he go
To make all MCs go
Home and practice their flow
They should call him Yeezy 2
Cause he's swiftly stealing the show
No 808 and heartbreaks
Just mistakes and heart ache
Let's see how long the heart takes
To heal back to its full potential
Torrential tears
Mental fears
Menthol fags and beers
Gentle reminder
Of the kind of
Life I've been living
I've made many mistakes and so far life's not been forgiving
But for everything I learn
I earn and that's for giving
Swiftly sieving through the cards that life has given
I'll play the Joker and hold onto my queen
Forget the pain my eyes seen
I've been stopped for so long but now my light is green
And I'll be damned if this is all of life I've seen
Done so dirty since I was eighteen
Now I'm wiping the slate clean
And imma do nothing but play schemes and chase dreams
Then turn it around
Make it into 2 to 3 to 4 to 5 to ten
Give me five minutes I'll make that ten again
Get out of my face I ain't selling you no pen
But I could sell corners to the guys in the ends
Or cages to my guys in the pen
Yeah word up represent
Don't like how I talke don't buy my tape
No I won't get out of bed to sell you an eighth
I got sales and songs to suit them
I'm no begger I got time to chose them
Made improvements
Now I make big boy movements
Bad boy momentum
Bad boys in the mentions
Not to mention the dms or the girls that send em
Black and white. Plain or spiced
Straight or dyke
Fit or wide
Thicc or fly
Fish nets or tights
I have my type
But I'm not picky tonight
So this is night
I start the time of my life
You only hate in mine cause your not living yours right
You only hate mine cause your not living yours right
So tonight I start the time of my life.
I start the time of my life right here right now
So get ready. Listen as I'm bout to break it down
You thought the rap had started
But we're barely in this
So typical you didn't even understand the beginning
Your bout to witness a miracle
So don't talk listen to the way I speak so rhythmical
So lyrical what got him like this
He's only 21 and had and end of life crisis
The way he makes the mic hit
Like How'd he write this
What a display
What made him this way
His ability to ingest
Information and things fast
His interest for interest
Make money to invest
Spit fast to get rich fast
I'm on my kings quest
Get my dream house of Pinterest
Get a queen like Kim west
And make me a princess
Or a couple of sons
Bodyguards carry a couple of guns
Never done a stretch but done a couple of runs
My mother's my everything but I got a couple mum's
I want a couple of funds
Matter of fact I want tonnes
Want my rhymes held high like puns
I'm the game not a player
Say a prayer
I mean say a prayer
If the food taste great share
Share with the team
Share with the scene
Share with God
Share your dream with the squad
Don't be greedy
I'm not saying they need me
But I'm the only one who feeds me
But the only one who feeds them
I meet them. Greet them treat them
The streets bring beefs we eat them
Beat them and make em our own
Laid my boy to rest see where the flowers grown
Got his own throne
I'm in my own zone
And I'm never leaving
Forever grieving
Never speaking on how you left us that weekend
The pain is harsh but the truth is harsher
No armour could protect you from karma
And I'll lay the next man down who says I'm just like my father
These type of comments could lead to murder
You not even close matter facts couldn't be further
Away from the truth
I paid for the booth
Then pay for what I say in the booth
I stay spraying the truth
The stories I tell are harsh like removing a wisdom tooth
A misled youth in his bedroom
Consuming the words of MF DOOM
dreaming that he could tell his gloom like that soon
Practice on empty till that very last fume
Gave it my my all and become A S B O
They said he'd grow
To be a failure and slow
And although
Doubt has taken its tole
But never taken his soul
As he made ends meet though
He Developed a stainless steel flow
Matter fact it's gone gold
And everyone know
When it rains the streets grow
God damn it they glow
Across the nation he go
To make all MCs go
Home and practice their flow
They should call him Yeezy 2
Cause he's swiftly stealing the show
No 808 and heartbreaks
Just mistakes and heart ache
Let's see how long the heart takes
To heal back to its full potential
Torrential tears
Mental fears
Menthol fags and beers
Gentle reminder
Of the kind of
Life I've been living
I've made many mistakes and so far life's not been forgiving
But for everything I learn
I earn and that's for giving
Swiftly sieving through the cards that life has given
I'll play the Joker and hold onto my queen
Forget the pain my eyes seen
I've been stopped for so long but now my light is green
And I'll be damned if this is all of life I've seen
Done so dirty since I was eighteen
Now I'm wiping the slate clean
And imma do nothing but play schemes and chase dreams
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Beard
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