Growing up, I used to wanna be my Uncle Wayne Until I saw his body laying in the grave Growing up, I used to want a Jeep Wrangler Until I got the driver range Growing up, I used to have a lot of friends Until I saw the money change them Growing up, I used to want a lot of hoes Until I met Ben Franklin I'm writing this from a place that you ain't heard about And you can only come here through the word of mouth Growing up, I used to tell my mom, I'll work it out I worked it out, but now still somehow shit ain't working out Growing up, I watched my favorite rappers in the views I ain't believing when they said it ain't all what it seems But now I'm here and realize they was telling truth Cause you sacrifice yourself for everybody's needs By any means, I'm married to the gang for this diamond ring And I spend more time with her than anybody else it seems Courtside with my bitch, we can't see the nose bleed So after party, boosie bellows, hoes make they nose bleed Always stressing bout my brother, I know this shit hard on him Always stressing bout my mama, but I know that God got him I'm stressing out more now than what I did at rock bottom And I'm blowing more clouds, hoping that'll help stop it It's all smoke and mirrors with these bitches It's all smoke and mirrors with them all Promise the world and deliver me Atlas But I guess that's how it goes I don't know why I can't believe it All that they never is is easy now I thought my nightmares were my dreams I don't believe it This ain't what it seems, no, no