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youngsadz - gowing up lyrics

listen i’m gutted, i don’t know what luck is
i’m making my money double but keep spending it on rubbish
i keep stacking, most of my team’s trapping
feeling like an idiot though, i ain’t really been rapping
but i been rapping, been slacking in my prayers
couple things that i should address but i ain’t gonna say it
where i’m from you’re either broke or moving food here
me and my brother tryna’ put 10 down by the new year
and when the girls, act we don’t stay, we move along
good things come out of things i’m doing wrong
i got her g-ssed, going mad over my newest songs
i can buy them new chanel bags and them louis vuittons
i signed a deal at 15, i just turned 16
no ones spitting this mean making older look sh-t
see the kids different, all what you done i did it
but if i’m sitting in the interview room i never did it
certain beef going on, i think will never finish
driving through the ends and i can see the devil in it
you either win or lose no there’s no settling it
ak just came with a gym bag with big metal in it
the maddest year of my life, so much of a hype
mad lows were heartbreaking but they can’t damage the highs
bags under my eyes, bags in my pocket
it’s a money ting, i couldn’t give a f-ck who’s on it
i couldn’t give a f-ck who’s bussing off their gun
i want the women and the diamonds and the penthouse for my mum
i just got a phone call from my brother he’s back off on the run
just touchdown from ot and asking if theirs any grub
the ends has gone f-cked can’t afford to slip up
so know he’s got his ting tucked when you see him put on his gloves
this summer me and little baton put it on these stunters
ducking up feds on peds laying it down straight gunners
on the back of the [?], big banks laying it down
non stop lifting front wheel hardly touching the ground
see me in my senior mez, cost an arm and a leg
sh-t is real couple bills when we p-ss through your ends
talking to my brother rick thinking its all sh-t
tryna’ get it in, he should be on the pitch
brothers move mad over girls start moving different
jealousy and envy start moving like b-tches
i ain’t p-ssed though i’m on a journey to the riches
i think i’m more p-ssed that i’m openly sinning
i’m open to offers, need to get out the block
where man are breaking down blocks, wrapping and opening boxes
i made mistakes as well, starting to hate this world
you get more years for putting food on the scales than raping girls
now how the f-ck does that make sense?
i say my surahs and go to sleep when my day ends
and if you wanna’ make some money then go re-up again
friends are costly you’ll have to cut a couple of men
might get bumped and have to cut a couple of men
these sc-m open up shop and shut it again
and all these man are fake
past 25 stunting with a little belt you need to up your weight
you should be stunting in the range your lying to yourself
when your a grown man, what the f-ck is a gucci belt?
i’m living in the zone where you get murdered for your watch
and i don’t wanna’ have to bring no f-cking burners to your block
two grand in my bag skidding swerving from the cops
no licence or insurance praying i don’t get a stop
you man are looking like americans, you’re dressing like your lost
fabian icing me with sh-t that ain’t even hit the shops
talking like their top shooters and haven’t even hit a box
i got a quote for 4 5th for that cheesy in a box
forget the hype i’d rather chase the queen, forget a wife
sitting down tweeting all day you need to get a life
you man are chasing skets tryna’ get ya jeans wet
before you know, personally i prefer the queens head
the young cannon 16 time to tear the scene
got my gunners and young loyal brothers that’s here with me
i’m the future of this rap sh-t, it’s clear to see
the legacy i just hope you:

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