Grown - Ard Adz, Lily McKenzie, Skore Beezy

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