Lyrics Grown - Ard Adz , Lily Mckenzie , Bellzey

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
Now that I am, now that I am grown