🎵 Growing Pains II // by Logic

65 ContributorsGrowing Pains II Lyrics “Growing Pains II” is the second installment of the series that includes “Growing Pains,” “Growing Pains III” and “GP4.”… Read More  [Intro] I'm on the come up Anything that y'all do I'll one-up Y'all grind till like 3 in the morning; I grind till the sun up Homie, that's dedication This world is what I'm facing I only hope in the end that they all love and embrace him [Chorus] (I'm tryna right my wrongs But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man) Mama, I'm sorry that I left at 17 (I apologize a trillion times) [Verse 1] Everything ain't what it seems when you try to follow your dreams First you saw the bigger picture, now you see behind the scenes You thought everything was sweet, now you see that shit is mean Got a taste, now you a fiend, been into it since a teen Yeah, he nice and all his friends say he gon' blow like Hiroshim' Eyes on the prize like the baddest bitch you ever seen At home late night, chillin', envisioning Himself on the cover of Vibe magazine But everything ain't what it seems, though it seem like he gon' blow Will he make it? Maybe so To be honest, I don't know He got lyrics, he got flow But it takes so much mo' So much love, so much pain With such little time to grow Yeah, we love it when he smile But hate it when he frown I remember when that girl turned his world upside down But it made his music better Brought emotion, made it clever Now he growing everyday But he hungry tryna eat Brain like an EKG the way that he study the beat Now we know that he gon' make it and he won't accept defeat Now I ain't tryna be mean Now I ain't tryna be mean But everything ain't what it seem [Chorus] (I'm tryna right my wrongs But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man) Momma, I'm sorry that I left at 17 (I apologize a trillion times) [Verse 2] So many times have I designed a rhyme to blow your mind 'Cause I know that I wasn't destined to live a life of crime I remember Christmases with no presents I used to fear my future, now I dread my adolescence Living the life of Logic Really ain't what it's cut out to be 'Cause if I couldn't rap y'all wouldn't give a fuck about me Hip-hop is politics Filled with nothing but strife and stress 'Cause–time is money and it's hard to invest Step on the stage, I get the honeys so wet Rockin' thousand-dollar tuxes, sippin' on nothing but Moet Thinkin' I'm so set, but really I ain't done shit yet This game is war and in my mind I'm like a Vietnam vet Now, I'm on the come up Anything that y'all do I'll one-up Y'all grind till like 3 in the morning; I grind till the sun up Homie, that's dedication This world is what I'm facing I only hope in the end that they all love and embrace him [Chorus] (I'm tryna right my wrongs But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man) Momma, I'm sorry that I left at 17 (I apologize a trillion times) [Verse 3] For the motherfuckers that hated: I made it Slowly elevated, escalated onto another level, ha My flow is crack, the game is Whitney, yup And fame is Bobby on their first date: it ain't hit me yet Now, visualizing driving down the horizon While you despising the fact that I'm rising So much hate within this world this shit is so traumatizing Steppin' to me and you better be alphabetically ready Aim steady Lyricism sharp as machete I got it already See, I was born to sell records Y'all destined to sell tunes All up in your headphones Killing booths like cellphones (I got it) 'Cause everything ain't what is seems It ain't just him it takes a team At the ten headed to the zone in his mug mean Yeah, the quarterback shines, but not without a sense of safety So truly he is me and motherfucker you can't face me Now I've had a lot of doubt But I had to throw that out 'Cause I find that they listen when I rhyme, not when I shout And right now shit is rocky With me and my girl See, music is my moon but this shawty is my world Think about you all the time Turn that shit into a rhyme 'Cause sometimes you can ignore me But the beat listens just fine Tell me do you even know If you truly want to grow Hate letters what I'm writing, Love Jones all I know 'Cause everything ain't what it seem [Chorus] (I'm tryna right my wrongs But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man) Momma, I'm sorry that I left at 17 (I apologize a trillion times) [Verse 4] Living a life you only dream about Flow angelic but now it's time to bring the demon out Can you feel me? I said it's hard being a saint inside a sinner's body You know it's hard living as Logic after living as Bobby This is the life I depicted As a child I picked it Feeling conflicted To music, I am addicted Not one of y'all can predict it So many bars I'm feeling convicted Now, writing like a felon, I'm selling, homie, who you telling? While y'all do everything by the book, fuck that, I'm rebelling 'Cause bitch, I'm on another level A level you ain't seen A level that is truly only deemed for a king The second you listen, it's my mission to murder any rendition Busting with precision If you in my vision, I'm never missing, ah! Logic administer sinister verses like a minister for the listener Can you motherfuckers feel me?