This sound like that nine.5 I grew out of

In 7th grade, when ain't shit matter

And in them days, I was just rappin for a couple bitches and my boys

Whoever knew I'd take that noise and grow it to my singing voice

Grew myself into a pen and pad

I saved for a mic, learned I could spit a rap

Where I ain't gotta sell a sack to sell a track

Or pop you in your back to get spinning back

I'm just talkin my real shit, real ones feeling that

Like how I'm growin in my crown from baby boy, the similac

We seen pops slaved and drown and fought off frowns that tried attack

I, grew into knowing what sacrifice for afterlife

And, a true sacrifice were your concern ain't afterlife

Your concern is the honor of vows and smiles of your kids wife

It's simple shit

I'm from simple **** wit complex grit

I grew from it, I grind from it

Sit in my soul, yeah ryhme it

My life conglomerate

Simple **** made ways complex ain't crazy

So that old shit that had phased me?

Make me a king, it won't break me

Prayed the day that my crown chase me

Ion turn around, I just face it

Cause we all grow to a king

Rather you ready or not, you still gone bust through the seems

From 2y to yo wings

You gotta learn to wear it, just don't take it

And when you feeling comfortable, you better grow

That means that's enough room were u get stuck

And then yo blood got bad luck

You gotta learn to wear it, just don't take it

And when you feeling comfortable, you better grow

That means that's enough room were u get stuck

And then yo blood got bad luck

11.5 now da size I'm in

A lil growth make difference when

Your team neck on the line, see the rope underneath they chins

It's on you

Carrying weight and carrying the storms too

I've gone through

And grown through

**** hatin' to harm you

Manipulation cause stronging armin' out the question to harm Junnneee

At seven.5 the only shit I grasped was how to boast and brag about the shit I had, which wasn't much of that

And then my eight.5's was when I couldn't laugh cause I spent most of that sittin, prayin, day in, day out, pop show love back

Like culdesac's he came on back

Now the love worth a 100 racks

Times two, it reminds you

Enjoy it all and still let it stack ****

Nine.5 was my picture

10.5, God drew quicker

Before I enjoyed that picture, he drew my figure up bigger

And gotta wear it

I gotta make some shit move and shake

Cause **** try and tear it

God keep my picture safe

From the hate, cause yo kids moving careless

Sit wit us help us grow our base

It's June

You gotta learn to wear it, just don't take it

And when you feeling comfortable, you better grow

That means that's enough room were u get stuck

And then yo blood got bad luck

You gotta learn to wear it, just don't take it

And when you feeling comfortable, you better grow

That means that's enough room were u get stuck

And then yo blood got bad luck