Chords for Logic "Growing Pains II"

I'm on the come up, anything that y'all do I run up
Y'all grind til like 3 in the morning, I grind til 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
I'm tryna write my rhymes, but it's funny them same rhymes tell me write [Cm] the [Gm] hell wrong
Mama I'm sorry that I left at 17, at 17
I up [Eb] while I left y'all to look at my eyes
Everything ain't what it seems, you can try to follow your dreams
First you [Gm] saw the bigger picture, now you see [Cm] behind the scenes
You thought everything [Gm] was sweet, now you see that shit is mean
Got a taste, now you a fiend, been into it since a teen
Yeah he [Eb] nice and all his friends say he gon' blow like Eric Sheen
Eyes on the prize like the baddest bitch you ever seen
[Gm] At home late night, chillin' and visioning
Himself on the cover of Vibe magazine
But everything ain't [Eb] what it seems, though it seem like he gon' blow
Will he make [G] it, maybe so, to [Cm] be honest I don't know
He got lyrics, he [D] got flow, but it [G] takes so much more
So much love, so much pain, with such little time to grow
[Eb] Yeah we love it when he smile, but hate it when he frown
I remember when that girl [Cm] turned his world upside down
But it made his [Gm] music better, brought emotion, made it clever
Now we growing everyday, but he hungry tryna eat
Brain [Eb] like a EKG, the way that he study the beat
Now [C] we know that he gon' make it and he [Cm] won't accept defeat
Now I ain't [Gm] tryna be mean, _ no I ain't tryna be mean
Yeah, [Eb] but everything ain't what it seems
I'm tryna right my wrongs, [G] but it's funny them same [Cm] wrongs tell me right _ [Gm] and wrong
Mama I'm sorry that I left at 17
I applied that job to build [Eb] this bad mood
So many times have I designed a rhyme to [G] blow your mind
[D] Cause I know that I wasn't [Cm] destined to live a life of [Gm] crime
I remember Christmases with no presents
I used to fear my future, now I dread my [Eb] adolescence
Living a life of logic, really ain't what it's cut out to be
[G] Cause if I couldn't [C] rap, y'all wouldn't give a fuck about me
[Gm] Hip-hop is politics, filled with nothing but strife and stress
Cause time is money and it's hard to invest
[Eb] Ha, step on the stage, I get the honey so wet
[Cm] Rocking thousand dollar tuxes, sipping on nothing but mo' what
[Gm] Thinking 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
[Eb] Now, I'm on the come up, anything that y'all do [G] I run up
Y'all [Cm] grind til like 3 in the morning, I grind til the [Gm] sun up
Homie that's dedication, this world is what I'm facing
I only hope in the end that they all love [Eb] and embrace us
Yeah, but everything ain't what it seems
I'm tryna right my wrongs, but [Cm] it's funny them same wrongs tell me right and wrong
[Gm] Mama, I'm sorry that I left at 17 at 17
Up, I let die, the [Eb] truth is I'm
For the motherfuckers that hate it, I made it
[C] Slowly elevated, [D] escalated into another [G] level, ha
[Gm] My flow is crack, the game is with me, yep
And famous Bobby on a first date, it ain't hit me yet
[Eb] Now, visualizing, driving down the horizon
[G] Why you despising the fact that [Cm] I'm rising?
So much hate within [Gm] this world, the city so traumatizing
Stepping in me and you better be alphabetically ready
Aim steady, [Eb] lyricism sharp as machete
I got it already, see [G] I was born to sell [Cm] records
Y'all destined to sell tones all up [D] in your headphones
Killing [Gm] boots like cell phones, I got it
_ Cause everything ain't [Eb] what it seems
It ain't just him, it takes a team
At the [Cm] 10, headed to the zone in his mug mean
Yeah, the quarterback [Gm] shines, but not without a sense of safety
It's truly he is me, a motherfucker, you can't face me
Now, I've [Eb] had a lot of doubt, doubt
Cause I [Cm] find out that they listen when I rhyme, not when I shout
And right now, [D] shit is rocky, with me and with my girl
See, music is my moon, but it's shorty is my world
Think [Eb] about you all the time, turn that shit into a rhyme
Cause sometimes you [G] can ignore me, but the [Cm] beat listen just fine
Tell me, do [Gm] you even know, if you truly wanna grow?
Hate letters, what I'm writing, love Jones
All I know, cause everything ain't [Eb] what it seems
I'm trying to right my wrongs, [Gm] but it's funny them saying wrong
[Cm] Write this song, [Gm] man
Mama, I'm sorry that I left at 17 to 72
I apologize, I'm a little out of it
Living a life you only [N] dream about
Flowing jellic, 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 could 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
Logic administer
Sinister verses like a minister for the listener
Can you motherfuckers feel [Eb] me? _
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