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Growing Pains
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C-Sick They got Wooski on the mix So much questions for the Lord, keep on asking "God, why?" Tell them the story of my life that sh*t might make a n***a 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 sh*t 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 n***as scoring like A.I Heard you plotting, pu**y n***a, I can't wait for you to try Show no mercy, I'm gone blast 'em in his face until he die Whack a n***a, police searching now I'm way up in Dubai Ayy Look up in the sky He steady tweaking he say that it's beef then I'm lurkin' on him like a spy Pop me a perky and pour up the lean, everyday cause I gotta get high I been a demon she swallow my semen then get around, you act shy, he can get shot in his eye Thinkin' 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 chasin' money then you might get left behind See the hate don't work them n***as start to tellin' lies I wish a n***a 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 sh*t so hard to find 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 b*t*hes look at me like a celebrity They say "congratulations" but I still peep the jealousy I been on my sh*t, I just been adding to my legacy Watch it grow, I snorted them blows that sh*t affected me Said I gotta make it I won't let this get the best of me B*t*h, 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 Youngins wildin' 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 tellin' me I was on the blocks and shootin' opps ain't trynna' let it be You gon' catch a bullet if you ever think you checkin' me Even when you see my by myself I got that TEC with me Step to me, drills and killin' opps is in my pedigree Even when I'm chillin' 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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