Growing up, I used to wanna be my uncle Wayne
Until I saw his body laying in the grave (rest in peace)
Growing up, I used to want a Jeep Wrangler
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 writing this from a place that you ain't heard about
You can only come here through the word of mouth (that's real)
Growing up, I used to tell momma I'll work it out
I worked it out but now still somehow shit ain't workin' out
Growing up, I watched my favorite rapper's interviews
I ain't believe 'em when they say it ain't all what it seems
But now, I'm here realizin' they were tellin' truth
'Cause you sacrifice 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
Court side with my bitch, we can't see the nosebleeds
After party, Bootsy Bellows
Hoes make they nose bleed
Always stressin' 'bout my brother, I know this shit hard on him
Always stressin' 'bout my momma, but I know that God got 'em
I'm stressin' out more now, than what I did at rock bottom
And I'm blowin' more clouds, hopin' that it'll help stop it
It's all smoke and mirrors with these bitches
It's all smoke and mirrors with 'em all (for real)
Promised the world and delivered me a atlas
But I guess that's how we go, oh-oh
Oh, I don't know why I can't believe it (I don't owe you)
Oh, nothing ever is in season, oh
I got my nightmares from my dreams (I don't believe)
This ain't what it seems, no, no