Growf

Said I'm an independent person
Though it seems like I got dependents and I'm workin
Hard as I can to appease but you better believe
I ain't made out of time or the cheese and it's hurtin me, but i'll make it
Grit tooth smile, even if I gotta fake it
Without the weight on my back, bet it's bound to collapse
Like a tweaker relapsing, I look for the crack
And I patch it
No other time for reactions, just tryna fix it
Put on the smile with the happiness missing
Deal with the pain 'til I'm self sufficient
Yeah that's Growth
Never gonna see me crumble, nor fumble
Keep going, hit-sticking motherfuckers out the huddle
Soon as I break I read 'em
Got the playbook on me and I'm ready to burst your bubble

Lately been changing so much
I don't even know who I am
Man with the plan
That'll lift em up whenever they stick out a hand
Maybe I been outta touch
But in my heart feel I'm the same man
Would I be there in the clutch
Question, got me going insane damn
Am I good person
Am I deserving
When I'm focused on myself
What is my purpose
To be servant
Or pick myself up off the shelf
What about me
I never asked that
And I been gassed
What about me
I gotta tax that
Fore I fall on my ass flat

You need to grow
Yeah, you need to grow up
You need to show
Yeah, you need to show up
Cause you didn't know much

You'll be all right youngin
Just keep thuggin
Cause you know that you'll get there
Just keep truckin
This life gon keep sucking
Cause it don't fight fair
How much you done been through
And keep a bean like a senzu
Got me rapping like the fucking rents due
It'll be worth it
Of that I'm certain
When I'm rapping think that I found my purpose
Then I tell em that they know I'm observant
Already peeped it
While I was sleeping
I'm talking bout your intentions
Souls what I'm keeping
Think I'm leaving
Then I'm striking like its ten pins
Guarantee when it's all said done
I'll be the one that they mention

Me and Benny be ascending
I know that I'm bending the light, not bending the truth
I water my roots
You see that I'm fortified
You know I'm the truth
It is what it is and it is 'til it aint
You making your mark or you're leaving a stain
Make marks on my easel, I grace it with paints
It's dust in the wind, leave it to the grains
The strain
Of knowing too much, and doing too little
Playing both sides, you get caught up in the middle
Puttin' food up on my plate, I ain't settling for kibble
I could've sank with it, but I swam
Now I'm comfortable, could give a damn
Proud of my growth and where ya boy stands
All up in the mix I formulate plans
And thats growth



Credits
Writer(s): Mike Newlon
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