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Growing up, I used to wanna be my uncle WayneUntil 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 RangeGrowing up, I used to have a lot of friends (Fuck 'em all)Until I saw the money change 'emGrowing up, I used to want a lot of hoesUntil I met Ben Franklin (Haha)I'm writin' this from a place that you ain't heard aboutAnd 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' interviewsI ain't believe 'em when they said it ain't all what it seemsBut now I'm here and realize they were tellin' truth'Cause you sacrificed yourself for everybody's needs by any meansI'm married to the game for this diamond ringAnd I spend more time with her than anybody else, it seemsCourtside with my bitch, we can't see the nosebleedsAfterparty, Bootsy Bellows, hoes make they nose bleedAlways stressin' 'bout my brother, I know this shit hard on himAlways stressin' 'bout my mama, but I know that God got herI'm stressin' out more now than what I did at rock-bottomAnd I'm blowin' more clouds, hopin' that'll help stop itIt's all smoke and mirrors with these bitchesIt's all smoke and mirrors with 'em all (For real, haha)Promised the world and delivered me an atlasBut 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
Hey Charlton, been tryin' to callIt's MumJust wanted to check up and say, "I miss you"Call me back when you get a chanceLove you
We been to hell and back together, you're my closest friend (Uh)Shit, you probably know me better thanI know myself, and you're the reason why I never restI walk into the crib, high as hell, head full of stressI love you even though sometimes I forget to textI'd give everything even if it means I have nothing leftAnd even at your worst, for us, you tried your bestAnd all this shit that we went through together, I just won't forgetYou check me when I spend lots of money that I makeYou tell me you won't ever let me make the same mistakesYou makin' sure we had it good, and then we lost it allA year later, hidin' narcotics in the wallOf the apartment we was livin' in, in King's CrossAlways thought my uncle was a bossBut now he up with God, I thought he was invincibleNinth grade, turned around and said, "Fuck my principal", and dropped outAnd this was at the time that we ain't have a houseAnd me and you was sleepin' on the separate ends of Louie's couchI would go to JD's to make music, end up passing out and wake up with my back soreCallin', tryna figure out just where you atShit made me madSeein' you in the back of the ambulance, to the hospitalI thought you weren't comin' backNext mornin', walked in just like nothing happenedYou'd never admit the problems that you hadAnd tell me that I'm bein' crazy if I ever askedBut now I got my own problems, and I understand'Cause I try to protect you from anything bad (I understand)
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