Del-N'quent - Grow (Freestyle) Lyrics

Read war and peace when learning how to war with the police
And f*ck the other streets, rhythm fire heat to the drumbeats
And fighting back turns three weeks into three hundred three
And you come out smiling saying "baby I'm fly like a honeybee"
But if you claiming to be fly tell me please, where your money be
Eternal slumber of the covered mind, comfortably
Trapped in criminality and unfortunate mentalities
And in actuality, selling shit ain't earning a salary
Let me throw in my ten cents, you could barely flip a dime
And burning incense in front of shrines don't get you close to the divine
Expect heaven in the afterlife, but hellfire scorched the mind
Am I getting through, I know you false gang ass can give me a sign
Looking into the mirror, I hate that motherf*cker
He think he better than me, I'll race him to our last supper
Stare down the dinner plate, think when we had no food to be ate
Will I ever be great, probably not but still
What really will make me consider myself real
Call the devil, ask him if we're ready to make a deal
But would you rather be a paid shill with the mass appeal
And with lyrical content on par with landfills
Or speak a message with skills
Build a lyrical quilt, never make a mill
But preaching with a strong will
I know what I would choose, it's just the way that I was built
And if I lose, I lose, at least I was true to myself
I never face defeat, spit heat, the streets made me this
If I had low self-esteem, my son I'd be an atheist
Imma be successful when they think "Goddamn he was the craziest
He came from shit, but became the people's favorite Octavious"

So grow up from nothing boy, grow up to be something boy
Grow up so that they perceive you as the f*cking second coming boy
Grow up to reach greatness, God forgive me when I say this
Leave a cloud of dust behind, may it choke all your haters

The streets are diseased with an affliction that's chronic
And since when did the smart ghetto child become oxymoronic
Popping oxys, smoking chronic, but denouncing the harlots
It ain't harmless, but regardless, he's still working his hardest
To make the best of a bad situation, catch a case and
The last folks who gave him a chance will forever forsake him
Found guilty by the jury, they ignored the evidence
Locked up for 5 years, and it looks like the end of him
But he came back with excellence and strived towards elegance
They ignored his development, dismissed him as a degenerate
Incapable of betterment, now ain't that some shit
But he still will strive to hurdle all of these impediments

So grow up from nothing boy, grow up to be something boy
Grow up so that they perceive you as the f*cking second coming boy
Grow up to reach greatness, and God forgive me when I say this
Leave a cloud of dust behind, may it choke all your haters
So grow up from nothing boy, grow up to be something boy
Grow up so that they perceive you as the f*cking second coming boy
Grow up to reach greatness, and God forgive me when I say this
Leave a cloud of dust behind, may it choke all your haters