YoungSadz - GOWING UP lyrics

Listen I'm gutted, I don't know what luck is I'm making my money double but keep spending it on rubbish I keep stacking, most of my team's trapping Feeling like an idiot though, I ain't really been rapping But I been rapping, been slacking in my prayers Couple things that I should address but I ain't gonna say it Where I'm from you're either broke or moving food here Me and my brother tryna' put 10 down by the new year And when the girls, act we don't stay, we move along Good things come out of things I'm doing wrong I got her ga**ed, going mad over my newest songs I can buy them new Chanel bags and them Louis Vuittons I signed a deal at 15, I just turned 16 No ones spitting this mean making older look sh** See the kids different, all what you done I did it But if I'm sitting in the interview room I never did it Certain beef going on, I think will never finish Driving through the ends and I can see the devil in it You either win or lose no there's no settling it Ak just came with a gym bag with big metal in it The maddest year of my life, so much of a hype Mad lows were heartbreaking but they can't damage the highs Bags under my eyes, bags in my pocket It's a money ting, I couldn't give a f** who's on it I couldn't give a f** who's bussing off their gun I want the women and the diamonds and the penthouse for my mum I just got a phone call from my brother he's back off on the run Just touchdown from OT and asking if theirs any grub The ends has gone f**ed can't afford to slip up So know he's got his ting tucked when you see him put on his gloves This summer me and little baton put it on these stunters Ducking up feds on peds laying it down straight gunners On the back of the [?], big banks laying it down Non stop lifting front wheel hardly touching the ground See me in my senior mez, cost an arm and a leg sh** is real couple bills when we pa** through your ends Talking to my brother rick thinking its all sh** Tryna' get it in, he should be on the pitch Brothers move mad over girls start moving different Jealousy and envy start moving like b**hes I ain't pissed though I'm on a journey to the riches I think I'm more pissed that I'm openly sinning I'm open to offers, need to get out the block Where man are breaking down blocks, wrapping and opening boxes I made mistakes as well, starting to hate this world You get more years for putting food on the scales than raping girls Now how the f** does that make sense? I say my surahs and go to sleep when my day ends And if you wanna' make some money then go re-up again Friends are costly you'll have to cut a couple of men Might get bumped and have to cut a couple of men These scum open up shop and shut it again And all these man are fake Past 25 stunting with a little belt you need to up your weight You should be stunting in the range your lying to yourself When your a grown man, what the f** is a Gucci Belt? I'm living in the zone where you get murdered for your watch And I don't wanna' have to bring no f**ing burners to your block Two grand in my bag skidding swerving from the cops No licence or insurance praying I don't get a stop You man are looking like Americans, you're dressing like your lost Fabian icing me with sh** that ain't even hit the shops Talking like their top shooters and haven't even hit a box I got a quote for 4 5th for that cheesy in a box Forget the hype I'd rather chase the queen, forget a wife Sitting down tweeting all day you need to get a life You man are chasing skets tryna' get ya jeans wet Before you know, personally I prefer the queens head The young cannon 16 time to tear the scene Got my gunners and young loyal brothers that's here with me I'm the future of this rap sh**, it's clear to see The legacy I just hope you: