Growing Pains

Growing pains Brain insane What's that strain? Wanna shoot my shot at fame Music business inhuman Now I'm chilling in economy First class is an ideology Will I get there one day? Probably If I don't, I owe apologies Uh Thirst for the bag Ima' get it Go talk your shit, you're permitted Pull up at my crib, you're acquitted I ain't from the East side or the West side From the North, I'm fitted I don't wanna argue much Look I don't really f*ck with such Crooks l don't do reasoning With people seeking To mislead me Cheating? Deserve a beating They cancel out their feelings To believe in their own treason Now their bleeding and shrieking To their scheming demons I don't care Although, I will beware Make all my homies aware Protection, deflection of all that negative energy Dispensary visits, making it necessary Sour cherry on my pen, I think I found my zen I can't pretend Put all of my faith in you bitches Who like to call me their friend Growing pains Brain insane What's that strain? Wanna shoot my shot at fame Music business inhuman Now I'm chilling in economy First class is an ideology Will I get there one day? Probably If I don't, I owe apologies Uh Thirst for the bag Ima' get it Go talk your shit, you're permitted Pull up at my crib, you're acquitted I ain't from the East side or the West side From the North, I'm fitted I don't wanna argue much Look I don't really f*ck with such Crooks l don't do reasoning With people seeking To mislead Uh I don't get offended with a bitch I don't get offended with a bitch When she switch sides I don't give a shit Telling big lies Fucking new guys They aren't wise All lies aside I can't wait my whole life For you to decipher the wiser Can't see clearly Need new wipers In the end I'll be the survivor I'll have Growing pains Brain insane What's that strain? Wanna shoot my shot at fame But music business inhuman