Growing Pains
Tell them nigga's
Nobody shoot with Ricky Mars
Or we gon' rob yo' ass
Ricky
They got Wooski on the mix
So much questions for the Lord
Keep on asking "God, why?"
Tell them the story of my life
That shit might make a nigga cry
Homies left me outta nowhere
I ain't get to say goodbye
Plan on grinding 'til I'm standing
At that gate up in the sky
'Cause I told tum-tum I'm gone make it
I couldn't lie
Really gifted with this music
That some shit you can't deny
Can't let my foot up off they necks
'Cause it's more pressure to apply
Ain't no love where I'm from
It's so much hate up in the Chi
Bodies dropping on the daily
Niggas scoring like A.I
Heard you plotting, pussy nigga
I can't wait for you to try
Show no mercy I'm gone blast 'em
In his face until he die
Whack a nigga, police searching
Now I'm way up in Dubai
Ayy
Look up in the sky (up in the sky)
He steady tweaking
He say that he breathing
I'm lookin' at him like a spy
Pop me a percy
And pour up the lean, everyday
'Cause I gotta get high (high)
I been a demon
She swallow my semen
Then get around, you act shy (shy)
He can get shot in his eye (grrah)
Thinkin' bout them times
I seen them opps and damn near died
It's so many times I could've stopped
But never tried (nah)
You ain't chasin' money
Then you might get left behind (left behind)
See the hate don't work
Them niggas start to tellin' lies (bitch)
I watch a nigga get fried
'Cause he was playing with mines
She calling me, I'm pressing decline
I ain't even got the time
So many nights I been in the stu
But I'm on the block with .9's
Get on the beats, I'm speakin' the truth
That shit be so hard to find
Couldn't afford a lawyer
In the county, fighting felonies
But since I came home
It's like God keep on blessing me
Got it out the mud
Whole hood got respect for me
Back when I was young
I used to care if they accepted me
Now all of they bitches look at me
Like a celebrity
They say "congratulations"
But I still peep the jealousy
I been on my shit
I just been adding to my legacy
Watch it grow
I snorted them blows
That shit affected me
Said I gotta make it
I won't let this get the best of me
Bitch, where I was raised
Having Glocks is a necessity
Where shorties reckless, sparking
They can't even aim it steadily
And hit the innocence
Might take a life or end a pregnancy
Youngins wildin'
Hanging in the streets
Just like it's sesame
I just mixed the codeine with the sprite
Like it's a recipe
All I tote is Glocks
The only things that's in my weaponry (grrah)
I seen my brother die
My momma thought I needed therapy (for real)
People steady testing me
"Tay, you gotta chill"
Is what they tellin' me (yeah)
I was on the blocks and shootin' opps
Ain't trynna' let it be
You gon' catch a bullet
If you ever think you checkin' me (boom)
Even when you see my by myself
I got that TEC with me (ay)
Step to me
Drills and killin' opps
Is in my pedigree(ay)
Even when I'm chillin'
Tote a chopper, that's .270
I just got the top
From a new bop
Her name was Ebony
Slide on anybody
That want smoke
And make them scared of me (gang)
Ricky!
Autor(es): Germontay Carpenter
