Grown - Atwood

Grown a lot but I still ain’t grown

Told a lot but I still don’t know

What I want, what is God

Why my shit hasn’t popped

Why my tick is a watch with the gold

Tenfold and they still ain’t notice

Sip slow shit ain’t impo’tant

Ten, four I’m staying focused

Makin dope shit, chasing goals yeah

Want a kid and a wife and a home

Want that crib in the heights with a view

Wanna kill on the mic on the road

Been dreaming about headlining a show

Got 'em like who is this

I don’t talk about it

Less they already found it

I ain’t modest I’m just not about it

Sick of sounding like another starving artist

Hol' up

One sec lemme get this

Roll up

That high never ending

Tried to find a mind like mine the kind that runs through lines and lines of

how we livin' and

Sure 'nuff

I’m still just tryin'

So what

No one like I am

I ain’t learn to fly yet

On autopilot chasing diamonds

But there’s no one like I am

And that shit’s just it

Had to find time and learn to love me

Ain’t no mind like mine it’s just me

As the days go by we rising upstream

Yeah we buzzing gettin' a lead

Feelin' buck in the front seat

In another league

You ain’t want nothin trust me

Been awhile since I came into it

Grindin' to the top tryna make my footing like

Want a kid and a wife and a home

Wanna see what it’s like when in Rome

Only here for the night then I’m gon'

Thinking about where this shit might go

Will I end up in it, will I hit the ceiling

Sick of limits

Tryna break the building

Pena-penicillin yeah the flow through the roof

And if I make it aye, I owe it to you