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Growing Pains III

アーティスト:Logic  アルバム:Under Pressure 

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Outside I can hear 'em bussin' bussin' And the police they rushin' Go to my head like concussion I'd rather not have this discussion My mind racing for the elevation of the toxic in my blood Where my mind, don't know now But I know where it was I need Nikki, where is Nikki Baby girl please come and get me now I'm old and shit is trippy, but I know that god is with me This that baby mama drama Give a fuck about a man I know Imma Be there for my son, talking with my sister it begun End of the month, that's the worst of the month But the first of the month put the weed in the blunt That welfare check, won't ever bounce like my daddy did But I'm glad he did cause it made me strong Made me help somebody with this song Paint the picture of my life Growing up what it was like Section 8, grab a plate Food for thought, gravitate Food stamps, social services tryna take me away My mama locked up, I pray to god that I see her today Maybe not, maybe so, West Deer Park that's all I know Just me and my homies, people that know me Only ones that know Around my way, living day by day Corn rows and hang time, automatics and gang signs 5 O with them canines Manhunt when it's game time They was robbing the ice cream man in broad day Now I'm running from the police, don't know how but I got away Selling weed to my homies, and a girl in the building that know me At 15, such a fiend, for the shit, that I seen All my homies smoking green, fucking bitches, sipping lean It was king, it was cool, seemed like something I should do Such a youngin, such a fool Now I'm breaking into school Cause my homie told me to


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