Lily Mckenzie, Ard Adz, Bellzey, Skore Beezy - Grown lyrics

Those days are over, weight off my shoulders
Found my way now, now that I am older
There's a light, I was told
But it was dark, it was so cold
There were better days, I know
Now that I am, now that I am grown

Life is stress, roll the weed, light the sess
Life a test, high repent
Couple things I regret
Why protest? Family I protect
I project
You can get burst for your white Patek
Look, I don't like the feds
Unlike the rest, get to work
I don't like the rest
And they say I'm too real, two mill
If you wanna sign me you can write the cheque
Private jails, no private jets
Numerous times on my own
It's been life and death
Why pretend? Nothing about you I respect
I reflect how the teacher used to
Treat you like a pet
She thirsty, wants hydrogen
Two hands on the big
Ten like it's nine-to-ten
I've seen suffering and suffocation
Man down in the dock, can't resuscitate him

My best friend snitched on me
Moving like Alpo
Why you think I can't be around y'all?
Cutting down trees, courtesy of the Albos
Baby nigga sipping medicine like it's Calpol
So trappy, fiends been calling my house phone
Living in the bando
Can't even call this house home
To get this money in I've gotta out O's
Do road, spent most of my years outdoors
Ricky Ross in the trizzy trap
I hustle every day
Twenty in the clip, I shoot it straight
No ricochet
Don't play with the kid
Bullets screaming "Let me out!" like
Trey in the whip
And be calm, be armed
Got the Trey in the whip
And that's my brudda from another and
He stays with the stick
It's pain for pain nowadays
Don't even laugh no more
I heard my darg snaked my darg
He ain't my darg no more

Ayo that drip won't make you
That strip gon' break you
Climbing up the stairs cah bro
The lift won't take you
And how's your bro gon' snake you?
Your bro don't rate you
Your man's ungrateful
Signed to the streets
Man this life's unfaithful
Needed half a brick
Man he tried to give me eight balls
But now I live life stable
All they wanna eat but what
You bringing to the table?
When you're getting money everybody
Wants a label
Niggas moving like some little badders
Little J balls
And everybody's got the same jewels
Everybody's drillers
Running with the same tools
Double barrel dotty, hit a man
I bet it's fatal
Them man are able
Hit him with this nina then survive
Them man are grateful
Leave him in the sky
Them man are watching it on cable

Those days are over, weight off my shoulders
Found my way now, now that I am older
There's a light, I was told
But it was dark, it was so cold
There were better days, I know
Now that I am, now that I am grown