[Intro: Cozz] Yeah, one for the— Yeah Shit I'm fucked up, man—nah, not really, I ain't
[Verse 1: Cozz] Look; I went from a hobby rapper to a nobody can stop me rapper After I put my mind to it I looked at the bar, went right through it It's quite easy, but you quite stupid Niggas be self-made foolish for views in the comments We only shooting for the comets I keep the faith on my waist and the truth in my pocket How the fuck we gon' lose with a crew full of prophets Got nothin' to prove to you dudes who just talking I'd rather get my dick sucked, I'd rather get my balls licked Dick covered in Loreal, but I still couldn't make up A better story to tell than mine I was born in the dark so all I want is the shine I'm so for real, so I can't help you No for real I couldn't wear ice creams, never get cold feet Oh me, oh my, Cody, that's one of a kind It's just an optimist that out of his prime I'm tryna climb a ladder that's better than yours I'm tryna find a pain that I can't endure Cause everybody goes through pain, that thing is for sure So I'm tryna find a pain that I can't endure That's what I'm saying I'm starting to think I shouldn't be cool with niggas I'm starting to think I should just get rude with niggas It seems like that's the way to get respect Unless you get a check that proves you get it What the fuck I gotta prove to niggas? Nada Yeah I'm straight, I won't even drop the soap in water When I do to dishes, yeah that pussy too delicious I wouldn't ditch school for bitches, such a foolish Christian But Jesus running through my jeans, that's my True Religion I'm such a Christian But at the same time this religion has me ditchin' my mission It's gonna make more than a pension What's ten dollars to a million? Is you with it? But at the same time this religion Has me ditchin' my mission That's gon' make me more than a pension Ten dollars, what's that to a million? Tell me is you with it? I'm all about growth
[Hook: Correy C] Growth, growth, growth, growth Growth, growth, growth, growth Growth, growth, growth, growth Growth, growth, growth, growth I had to grow up on 'em baby I'm bout to blow up on 'em baby I never slow up on 'em baby I'm quick to grow up on 'em baby
[Verse 2: Cozz] My pops used to leave ten dollars in cash before I went to class, every day I used to spend five dollars on the weed and 40 ounce with the other half, every day Starving myself for the hunger of a buzz I wonder what it was that had me drowning my liver and fuckin' up my lungs That pride and ego could blind the people They tell you what you need to hear Bitch you never minded like we ain't equal Oh you got it, you know it all, whatever nigga There's a place of trouble for those who talk but never listen Let me tell you something I am young but I get it, I am young but I'm gettin' it I am not like y'all I grew like two years over the fall I grew like five years over the summer, no wonder I'm so smart And see right through your crazy, fugazy talk Fuck these parties, fuck these hoes Nigga I'm just tryna grow I'm 'bout growth
[Hook: Correy C] Growth, growth, growth, growth Growth, growth, growth, growth Growth, growth, growth, growth Growth, growth, growth, growth I had to grow up on 'em baby I'm bout to blow up on 'em baby I never slow up on 'em baby I'm quick to grow up on 'em baby Growth, growth, growth, growth Growth, growth, growth, growth Growth, growth, growth, growth Growth, growth, growth, growth I had to grow up on 'em baby I'm bout to blow up on 'em baby I never slow up on 'em baby I'm quick to grow up on 'em baby I'm bout to blow up on you babyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
