Grown Apart Lyrics

I've been learning how to pray and remain faithful

Sometimes the preacher and the devil are the same angel

I turned to teacher for the rebels

Now they all rate you

And if they don't these yutes pree me like I'm Mrs Rachel

Doing this because I'm capable

They ain't able

I told em Cain can't remain at the same table

They cutting cane on the table

None of them ate too

Their appetite is getting tighter

99 flake yutes

I was wishing I could be where I am now

Instead of me fitting into shit

I had to stand out

They can't stand I'm who they wanna be

Quarter to three with their hands out

By half Six

I'm running this hands down

It's like I didn't clock

Or fake friends or fan clout

It's funny who goes in when the gangs out

Everybody picks a path, got a past with a mad route

To me you play yourself or play your part

When you act out

Don't complain cause ya broke and ya mad now

Every days an opportunity for getting the bag pal

This is paystyle nigga not freestyle

My PayPal leonidasoxfordmusic

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My CV's full up with retail

So I market Leonidas

Like I'm baggin up me wow

You ain't gotta receive it

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Meanwhile

You ain't gotta go to all the way Bournemouth beach

To see shells

The g's squeeze heat like deep heat or heat gel

It's easy to receive when they reach out

See I was born alone I really didn't trust a soul

I stayed ten toes and only trust my soles

These 110s know

This is grown up art at its finest

And it's fine if

You've grown a part

From Leonidas

Cause I did

I'm 3 two soon like Jermaine Wretch is

And I'm free too

I'm In da pendent like VVS's

I carry the weight between my shoulders

I don't need a necklace

Guess, I no longer hold the crown

If heavy's where the head is

Until I get beheaded

But if I do beheadings

In this concrete jungle

Then it's

Henry the 8th

Meets planet of the apes

And I ain't Koba's bredrin

And if you ain't got the heart

And you can't go hard

If home is where the heart is

You should stay there where ya bed is

It's no sympathy for winners

Till ya dead and buried