"Grow Again" lyrics
Look, I didn't wanna do this but you forced me so I have to
You've been running round, foolish, but you're clueless, not a bad yute
I got niggas that I grew with that hate me but they have to
Cah they hate themselves, I would hate me too if I lived like that yute
Typical black yute, uh
Nah, I never had a penny or a pound and I never had a genuine tracksuit
"Lend me a pound", yeah, that yute
Built from the ground up, that yute
So there's no one here that can chat for me
And there's nobody that I wan' chat to
Expect for my fans, man, thank you
You really changed my life, you don't know how far I've come
It's real dark in the dark I'm from, mountains of dark man's tun
The other day, linked a box of dark and it went left
Look what my dargy done
I think I'm done with South yutes, nah, I think I'm done with this shit
But the industry's worse than this shit
Am I too real or is it too fake or am I a misfit?
Are they two-faced or am I a fool, does integrity exist?
'Cause jealousy exists and the enemy exists, especially in this, yo
I can get cancelled for being myself, bro, ain't that mad?
And I can get cancelled defending myself, bro, ain't that mad?
Sometimes I don't know what to do with myself, bro, ain't that mad?
But I ain't that mad cah this ain't Baghdad
And 'cause he thinks I'm mad
'Cause I still walk up the road for my mums like I can't get stabbed
And I still walk up the road for my dads like I can't get shot
Cah there's a lot of guys riding round for their bredrins that got got
I said it's mad but it's not
Never seen me in real life, you just a fanboy, you ain't my opp
This ain't New York, nah, this ain't Chicago, this is the block
You should call me Pops 'cause I put the ends on the map
Now it's Izzy and Camden, stepping with that worldwide
With your chest and your back, no cap
And I told man, "This is my real life, it ain't just rap"
A lot of fake man rapping that fiction, misguiding all the kids dem
Double back on my raps, that's wisdom
Double back on my raps, that's facts
It's all thanks, more facts
You know sharks can only grow eight inch inside a tank
That same shark will grow eight feet inside the ocean
The same can go for you, your girl and your bros dem
If they're holding you back, let go of them
Then watch and learn how you grow again
You've been running round, foolish, but you're clueless, not a bad yute
I got niggas that I grew with that hate me but they have to
Cah they hate themselves, I would hate me too if I lived like that yute
Typical black yute, uh
Nah, I never had a penny or a pound and I never had a genuine tracksuit
"Lend me a pound", yeah, that yute
Built from the ground up, that yute
So there's no one here that can chat for me
And there's nobody that I wan' chat to
Expect for my fans, man, thank you
You really changed my life, you don't know how far I've come
It's real dark in the dark I'm from, mountains of dark man's tun
The other day, linked a box of dark and it went left
Look what my dargy done
I think I'm done with South yutes, nah, I think I'm done with this shit
But the industry's worse than this shit
Am I too real or is it too fake or am I a misfit?
Are they two-faced or am I a fool, does integrity exist?
'Cause jealousy exists and the enemy exists, especially in this, yo
I can get cancelled for being myself, bro, ain't that mad?
And I can get cancelled defending myself, bro, ain't that mad?
Sometimes I don't know what to do with myself, bro, ain't that mad?
But I ain't that mad cah this ain't Baghdad
And 'cause he thinks I'm mad
'Cause I still walk up the road for my mums like I can't get stabbed
And I still walk up the road for my dads like I can't get shot
Cah there's a lot of guys riding round for their bredrins that got got
I said it's mad but it's not
Never seen me in real life, you just a fanboy, you ain't my opp
This ain't New York, nah, this ain't Chicago, this is the block
You should call me Pops 'cause I put the ends on the map
Now it's Izzy and Camden, stepping with that worldwide
With your chest and your back, no cap
And I told man, "This is my real life, it ain't just rap"
A lot of fake man rapping that fiction, misguiding all the kids dem
Double back on my raps, that's wisdom
Double back on my raps, that's facts
It's all thanks, more facts
You know sharks can only grow eight inch inside a tank
That same shark will grow eight feet inside the ocean
The same can go for you, your girl and your bros dem
If they're holding you back, let go of them
Then watch and learn how you grow again
