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letra de growing pain - ps hitsquad

[intro]
(sebz beats, baby)
huh
oh sh-t
look

[verse]
i was countin’ down, feel like they counted me out
they put my face all in a blog page and shouted it out (oh sh-t)
and it’s my sixth time in prison when i should be winnin’ (hitsquad, baby)
the streets won’t let me see my blessin’s, can’t explain the feelin’ (eergh)
that council flat my habitat, the trenches ain’t forgivin’ (for real)
ay, f-ck the news and them articles tryna paint the villain
i’m ’round drug dealers and some k!llers, that’s how we conditioned (pecknarm)
you need a whole ‘nother eye for you to see the vision (oh sh-t)
i got a lot up on my plate, still tryna out this food
survival of thе fittest, i just can’t afford to lose (slap it)
when thеy say “jail or dead”, already done one out the two (hurgh)
before i let them lay me down, you know i’m down to shoot
and no more gettin’ fly, i’m on the wing wearin’ pi (walk outs)
they puttin’ cuffs on a n-gga, i’m tryna free my mind (stuck in the box, now)
too cool to get back in that mode, i’m throwin’ up the zone (oh sh-t)
i’m standin’ on all of my toes, i’m thorough to the bone (hitsquad)
i was on the phone with bro, talkin’ ’bout the block (yeah)
hsq done so much steppin’s, they ain’t doubtin’ us (hit sh-t)
you know what’s up, no, you ain’t down with us (yeah)
my circle’s tight, you can’t come ’round with us (oh sh-t)
and them day one’s that let me down enough (oh sh-t)
if real recognize real, i must be h-lla fake (i must be)
show love to n-ggas that don’t wanna see me elevate (some fake n-ggas)
i was on the phone with kenny allstar, should’ve took a deal (some hit’ fam)
‘cah he a real one, i ain’t seen how that sh-t look, for real
ian want a tape, ain’t even got a hook, for real (i ain’t lyin’)
i was busy hoppin’ out on foot, i got ’em cooked, for real (oh sh-t)
and he still came to visit me when i got booked, for real (for real)
i gotta shout out [?], made sure my books were filled
i be rollin’ through these streets in gsr cologne (graah, baap)
when i’m roamin’ through these streets, i feel like i’m at home (pecknarm)
i wish i could just be more calm and leave the past alone (for real)
still on my block, i might just walk through burgess park alone (in the park)
i was like six throwin’ up my ps, lookin’ up to giggs (hollow)
talk to him on facetime, i’m tryna do it like he did (it’s that gang sh-t)
too gangster for the industry and i won’t change for sh-t (steppa)
they’d rather see me in the pen’ than see me make a hit (oh sh-t)
starin’ out my window, got my heart on ice (eergh)
like when i’m back, i want the whole thing, i don’t want a slice (i want it all)
and i want a glass of milk (eergh)
i’m still that n-gga, i can’t cry about the half i spilt (can’t)
pour me another cup of that, distilled (yeah)
i was watchin’ top boy and i got gassed when i heard myself (for real)
i banged my door and then banged some more ’til i hurt myself (baap, braap)
i’m still the man, even in the can, i preserve myself (still that)
mum said “you’re playin’ with fire”, i went and burnt myself
she said “they love you for what you are, not who you are”
and take these handcuffs off me ‘cah i’m a superstar
[outro]
huh, love you for what you are, not who you are
take this sh-t off me, i wanna shine, i’m a superstar, yeah

- ps hitsquad

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