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Released In 2010

Lyrics For Verses Written By - Jordan Cooper
Lyrics For Chorus Written By - Sonik
Beat Composed By - Sonik
Mixing And Production By - Sonik
Mastered By - Jordan Cooper

This track goes in on hard times growing up.

Lyrics

Growing Pains:

+VERSE 1 (King Kupa)

Life growing up, For The King, Was nothing but drama. Everything I did, Stacked the deck, Against, My karma. When I was fourteen, I downed, My first brahma. Drugs and booze, It was all from, My genre. I grew up with, Too short and Kurupt, In the deck, Blasting out, Slit a mother fucker, In his neck. ICP, They were the insane, Dream team, To be a juggalo, Was every teens dream. That's about the time, I made my, First girl cream. Back then, My body was lean, Never seemed to be, Hip in the scene, No wonder why, I turned out, To be a drug fiend. A mean lean, Money making machine. Hitting the element, Of the green smoke, Crack the water bong, For a mean toke, And that's no joke, Smoke that jay, Smokes creating a trifecta, Mary's THC levels, Straight to the dome.

+HOOK (Sonik)

A way to get a bit, Of my self back. I put myself out, I'm doing what I can, I see a better life, And I want that, A growing pain, But it makes me, Who I am.
A way to get a bit, Of my self back. I put myself out, I'm doing what I can, I see a better life, And I want that, A growing pain, But it makes me, Who I am.

+VERSE 2 (King Kupa)

When I was sixteen, I tried acid, For the very first time. Walked around town, All night, Committing, Crime after crime. In my universe, I had, Unlimited time, To contemplate, This future rhyme. It's an acute angle, Of a troubled teens life, Been in more fights, than enemies, In a veteran's, Gunsights. Been jumped, Robbed, And stabbed with a knife. I been locked up, I been grounded from flight. Upon being released, You'll see me, Back in the streets, Dealing dope at night. Rolling dubs, smoking splifs, Till I'm high as, A kite, You goddamn right. I'm a Chronicle, Ironical, Genius on the mic. Been writing rhymes, Ever since, I was just, A little tyke. Back in my generation, I fought the, Population, Fake friends, Grew on my skin, Like radiation, It was time, For sanitation.

+HOOK (Sonik)

A way to get a bit, Of my self back. I put myself out, I'm doing what I can, I see a better life, And I want that, A growing pain, But it makes me, Who I am.
A way to get a bit, Of my self back. I put myself out, I'm doing what I can, I see a better life, And I want that, A growing pain, But it makes me, Who I am.

+VERSE 3 (King Kupa)

Running around high school, Getting picked on, More than Urkle, Always watching, My back, For the first sight, Of a fight. Bullies running around, trying to, Excavate my rights. I'll get you at night, I'll break in your place, Slip some, Anthrax in your pillowcase, Fag ya better brace, For my fist, In your face. Set another pace, For my, Nineball and mace. Murder you without, A trace, Burry you, Six feet without a face. These are the tales, Of a small town place, Where I got my crown. It was a, Fucking unethical journey, Tons of times, I should of been, Carried in a gurny, I was slickity slick wicked witted. When I spit, With a TOUNGE shot, While I was, Writing in a cell block, Other mother fuckers, Are making tough talk, Their all getting, Knocked the fuck out, They can cop out, Now, Cause I'm crazy, With the fists.

+HOOK (Sonik)

A way to get a bit, Of my self back. I put myself out, I'm doing what I can, I see a better life, And I want that, A growing pain, But it makes me, Who I am.
A way to get a bit, Of my self back. I put myself out, I'm doing what I can, I see a better life, And I want that, A growing pain, But it makes me, Who I am.