1,2
1,2
Yeah
Yeah
Is it growth or being used to being to uneasy
I notice triggers n take a dive to find deeper meanings
I stopped calling my momma cuz i got beat for it
Sitting onna couch wonder why i got heat for it
Why cant we cut the lights on
Bruises over ya body I wish i coulda known
Why my party inside a fake facility
Suverliance rolling in a room n its just you & me
Remember when i mentioned
All them fake county visits
If I saw my momma it was under supervision
I asked myself
Are we damaged by the f*cking system
I was 10 n I was not trynna play the victim
Not many understand where a nigga coming from
I shouldnt drown in the past on what could have been
It affected most my habits im just sittin in
Yeah, Thats why im sitting in
Is it growth cuz i know a nigga moving foward
Hands down get my mental all on one accord
Im casting all of my stresses over to the lord
Hm
Over to the lord
"Where the music at zay?"
I just wait for life
Yeah Let it develop
Until the time is right
Quality over quantity
Thats how niggas write
Creative minded nobody could ever
Dim my light
Yeah
And If I sit there and stare at my soul
Inside the Burroughs of my heart
You can find you some gold
Yeah, You can find you some gold
Yeah, find you some gold