Growing Pains

[Hook x2] (Logic) I'm tryna write my wrongs But it's funny them same wrongs help me write this song, now [Verse 1] See? I was born into a world of food stamps and welfare No dollar for the ice cream man and nappy hair Raised by a single mom, but in the back of my mind I thought I gotta have my pops, no cereal Never had a lot, but now I got plenty material No longer, do I wish for money Cause being broke made me stronger, harder, faster, better So now I alphabetically murder every letter, uh Feel the conviction in my words like a jail sentence Murderin' a first through a verse won't be no repentance Mama, I'm sorry that I left at seventeen But I had to chase my dream and get this motherfuckin' cream Only people that I got is the people that's on my team Cause when I roll up on the scene I see everyone start to scheme Talk about they connections, talk about who they know Then they beggin' me for a feature and I'm like hold up yo If you know who you know why the fuck you ain't blow Matter fact you ain't fuck with me this time last year though I was kicking rhymes but you ain't paid on mind or the soul And you on my dick riding like the baddest of hoes You think its easy but its not See the talent that I got Determination keep it fresh if I don't shine in this gold mine Cause it don't happen overnight One hit wonders don't keep the spot And I plan to hold the torch until I pass it and get shot, what [Hook x2] [Verse 2] See? This is dedication, running up on radio stations They with the glind enter my mind they was just hatin' haha Testing my patience they got me pissed like probation But I had the mind to keep going and the heart to keep racing And as the world crumbled beneath my feet like a Hatian I was inspired by them to persevere through dedication Failure I'm never facing my lyrics is education So if you got the tape crank that shit like Jason Statham Yeah, this is my story word by word as I'm emerging just relax and let me open your mind like brain surgeon, uh Uhh, fresh in the game they should sign me to the virgin But me and solo know that I would only get to splurgin' I see the road to success and now its time to merge in Don't forget us when you gone what my homies urging, don't forget us when you gone, uhh I gotcha You see these Seinfeld rappers talking a whole lot of nothing so allow me to curve your enthusiasm or something This is kinda like M.J before his prime when he dunking cause I ain't 23 yet but when I'm there it'll be something [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Growing up there was baby momma drama everyday and every way But now my kids I ain't got none to this day Cause a rubber ‘round my Jimmy when I consider foreplay Hey, back in the day West Deer Park where we stay I was running around while momma was drinking everyday But its okay I wouldn't have it any other way Cause it developed me into the young man that you see today Through dedication, yeah, yeah Never follow traditions you see I had a different vision I would skip school and writin' compositions 'bout my home conditions You know the usual no money and family division In specific I remember this time in my kitchen With my sisters man back before he went to prison and got into religion He showed me how to cook crack at 12 and I ain't kiddin' After releasing him with ba-- he no longer living And I'm pretty sure his last breath was lord forgive him Now my nephew ain't got a father that'll keep him safe All I can hope is he a good boy for his mommas sake Cause she never did recover from his fathers fate And if he grew into a man that made the same mistake Well to be honest I don't know how much more she could take So to every baby momma that could truly relate it is you unto this song that I should dedicate, yeah (Logic)