Lyrics Growing Pains - Mason G

Living back at my mommas house
The world seems much simpler now
Getting back to my roots
Where it all began
Back to boyhood
Before I became a man
Seeing old friends in the same position
Who grew up with barely a pot to piss in

Some of em are still selling drugs
& beating people up
Other ones came up but stayed in the cut
A couple of em are shit outta luck
Then it comes back to us
We know what we want
Still trying to manifest it out of nothing
The Grim glutton
Who want it
I got my finger on the button
No money
But I'm about to get some bud fronted
If you wanna smoke
Find us on the front porch
Rapping & telling jokes
Smoking joints & scoring points
With local bitties
They love my ditties
& Being vocal about my city

Keep a brown bag on my beer can
Always have a fat sack from the weed man
Life is good
Knock on wood
Every room that I'm in
The vibe shifts
To match my mood

I wouldn't trade it for the world
I wouldn't trade it for the world
I wouldn't trade it for the world
I wouldn't trade it for the world

We go to shitty jobs and meet up at the local bars
We talk about our lives & how we need to hustle hard
Different money schemes & how we wanna fulfill our dreams
It's not as easy as it seems
Damn
We come from different poles
We learning as we go
Soon as we hit a set back
We come back ten fold
I could Send that
Need a rent check
But they fake flex
With plated gold
I'm an apex
I'm taking souls
Pay the state tax
& Make it sold
Sometimes I hate this
But I'm patient
like a waiting list
Sometimes I fake sick
So I can stay home
To make this shit
I'm going nowhere in life
Or so it seems
Living back at my moms
No wedding ring
And no degree
But if you talk to anyone who knows me
They're going to say
That's the hardest working motherfucker I have seen

I'm not completely sure what I believe
So do your own research
And don't take it straight from me
I drop a lot of facts
But I have more questions
And few answers
Looks like we're on this ship together

I seen a lot of things in my past
Ghosts in my present
Will the future come at last
Not quite sure what to ask
Lord see what I need
& please put it in my grasp

Heavy breathing
I keep fighting for what I believe in
They planting seeds for these demons
& stealing fruits of my labor
When I feel anger
I channel it to this paper
Break my back
Do my job
Earn an honest wage
As a waiter
I'm flipping tables
I Turn and burn
With the greatest
I'm Flirting with the old ladies
Making them wanna pay me
Digits from the pretty girls
The waitresses love to hate me
In getting it on the daily
& Smoking up with the homies

Flash backs from the past
They ain't always good
You won't believe half my stories and that's understood
Some experiences severe
Some are very odd
I've been put in right places
At the right times
Take no credit I give the glory to God
The universe
Or whatever you wanna call it
We all come from the stars though
The sky is conscious
The eye is watching
Me while I drink hiowaska