Growing Pain

Album cover art for "Growing Pain" by PS Hitsquad

PS Hitsquad - Rap, In English

Growing Pain

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Duration: 2:32

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[Intro] (Sebz Beats, baby) Huh Oh shit Look [Verse] I was countin' down, feel like they counted me out They put my face all in a blog page and shouted it out (Oh shit) And it's my sixth time in prison when I should be winnin' (Hitsquad, baby) The streets won't let me see my blessin's, can't explain the feelin' (Eergh) That council flat my habitat, the trenches ain't forgivin' (For real) Ay, fuck the news and them articles tryna paint the villain I'm 'round drug dealers and some killers, that's how we conditioned (Pecknarm) You need a whole 'nother eye for you to see the vision (Oh shit) I got a lot up on my plate, still tryna out this food Survival of thе fittest, I just can't afford to lose (Slap it) When thеy say "Jail or dead", already done one out the two (Hurgh) Before I let them lay me down, you know I'm down to shoot And no more gettin' fly, I'm on the wing wearin' PI (Walk outs) They puttin' cuffs on a nigga, I'm tryna free my mind (Stuck in the box, now) Too cool to get back in that mode, I'm throwin' up the Zone (Oh shit) I'm standin' on all of my toes, I'm thorough to the bone (Hitsquad) I was on the phone with bro, talkin' 'bout the block (Yeah) HSQ done so much steppin's, they ain't doubtin' us (Hit shit) You know what's up, no, you ain't down with us (Yeah) My circle's tight, you can't come 'round with us (Oh shit) And them day one's that let me down enough (Oh shit) If real recognize real, I must be hella fake (I must be) Show love to niggas that don't wanna see me elevate (Some fake niggas) I was on the phone with Kenny Allstar, should've took a deal (Some Hit' fam) 'Cah he a real one, I ain't seen how that shit look, for real Ian want a tape, ain't even got a hook, for real (I ain't lyin') I was busy hoppin' out on foot, I got 'em cooked, for real (Oh shit) And he still came to visit me when I got booked, for real (For real) I gotta shout out [?], made sure my books were filled I be rollin' through these streets in GSR cologne (Graah, baap) When I'm roamin' through these streets, I feel like I'm at home (Pecknarm) I wish I could just be more calm and leave the past alone (For real) Still on my block, I might just walk through Burgess Park alone (In the park) I was like six throwin' up my Ps, lookin' up to Giggs (Hollow) Talk to him on FaceTime, I'm tryna do it like he did (It's that gang shit) Too gangster for the industry and I won't change for shit (Steppa) They'd rather see me in the pen' than see me make a hit (Oh shit) Starin' out my window, got my heart on ice (Eergh) Like when I'm back, I want the whole thing, I don't want a slice (I want it all) And I want a glass of milk (Eergh) I'm still that nigga, I can't cry about the half I spilt (Can't) Pour me another cup of that, distilled (Yeah) I was watchin' Top Boy and I got gassed when I heard myself (For real) I banged my door and then banged some more 'til I hurt myself (Baap, braap) I'm still the man, even in the can, I preserve myself (Still that) Mum said "You're playin' with fire", I went and burnt myself She said "They love you for what you are, not who you are" And take these handcuffs off me 'cah I'm a superstar [Outro] Huh, love you for what you are, not who you are Take this shit off me, I wanna shine, I'm a superstar, yeah

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Credits

Writers
  • PS Hitsquad
  • Sebz Beats
  • Alfie Dylan