Kids Are Growing Up (Part 1)

Yeah Growing up, I used to wanna be my Uncle Wayne Until I saw his body layin' in the grave (Rest in peace) Growing up, I used to want a Jeep Wrangler (Haha) 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 writin' this from a place that you ain't heard about And you can only come here through the word of mouth (That's real) Growing up, I used to tell my ma I'll work it out I worked it out, but now still somehow shit ain't working out (Real shit) Growing up, I watched my favorite rappers' interviews I ain't believe 'em when they said it ain't all what it seems But now I'm here and realize they were tellin' truth 'Cause you sacrificed 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 Courtside with my bitch, we can't see the nosebleeds Afterparty, Bootsy Bellows, hoes make they nose bleed Always stressin' 'bout my brother, I know this shit hard on him Always stressin' 'bout my mama, but I know that God got her I'm stressin' out more now than what I did at rock bottom And I'm blowin' more clouds hopin' that'll help stop it It's all smoke and mirrors with these bitches It's all smoke and mirrors with 'em all (For real, haha) Promised the world and delivered me an atlas But I guess that's how it goes Ooh, I don't know why I can't believe it (Oh yeah) Oh, nothin' ever is in season, oh (Ooh) I thought my nightmares were my dreams (Ooh, I don't believe) This ain't what it seems, no, no