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