KIDS ARE GROWING UP (PART 1)

Growing up, I used to wanna be my uncle Wayne

Until I saw his body laying in the grave (rest in peace)

Growing up, I used to want a Jeep Wrangler

Until I got to drive a Range

Growing up, I used to have a lot of friends (fuck 'em all)

Until I saw the money change 'em

Growing up, I used to want a lot of hoes

Until I met Ben Franklin (haha)

I'm writing this from a place that you ain't heard about

You can only come here through the word of mouth (that's real)

Growing up, I used to tell momma I'll work it out

I worked it out but now still somehow shit ain't workin' out

Growing up, I watched my favorite rapper's interviews

I ain't believe 'em when they say it ain't all what it seems

But now, I'm here realizin' they were tellin' truth

'Cause you sacrifice yourself for everybody's needs

By any means, I'm married to the game for this diamond ring

And I spend more time with her than anybody else, it seems

Court side with my bitch, we can't see the nosebleeds

After party, Bootsy Bellows

Hoes make they nose bleed

Always stressin' 'bout my brother, I know this shit hard on him

Always stressin' 'bout my momma, but I know that God got 'em

I'm stressin' out more now, than what I did at rock bottom

And I'm blowin' more clouds, hopin' that it'll help stop it

It's all smoke and mirrors with these bitches

It's all smoke and mirrors with 'em all (for real)

Promised the world and delivered me a atlas

But I guess that's how we go, oh-oh

Oh, I don't know why I can't believe it (I don't owe you)

Oh, nothing ever is in season, oh

I got my nightmares from my dreams (I don't believe)

This ain't what it seems, no, no