Yanagi - I grew up a bad kid... (feat. Rashaun Peters)

Jack and Donny running from the 1-2
She ain't want me now her whole squad I can run through
No I'm not running games, unless you want to
I used to want the fame, and now I want
Look, I grew up a bad kid
Teachers hated on me in my classes
Now they wanna ask about where Jack is
I ain't wanna act right
Bathroom passes
Smoking on the wax pen
Cyphering, rapping
Now I got the hooks like Rocky
Yanagi and Donny
Cops still tryna get behind me
Skate off on the police but I don't know how to ollie
(Like kick, push, coast, yeah)
I said kick and push
I don't never miss so don't get it mistook
Father God forgive me ain't been reading this book
Ain't been reading that book
Got me feeling mad shook
Cuz my, sword gone
My spirit been withdrawn
I been through hell and back, but that don't make no never mind
Cuz God got me, last week I woke up 7 times
And the more I hurt the more that I could empathize
I was a, textbook loser
(Like, I would lose them)
But you, you a textbook loser
Me and donny for the 1 time
Still unsigned, with the punchlines
Like lunchtime, yeah
Look, I grew up a bad kid
Teachers hated on me in my classes
Now they wanna ask about where Jack is
I ain't wanna act right
Bathroom passes
Smoking on the wax pen
Cyphering, rapping
Now I got the hooks like Rocky
Yanagi and Donny
Cops still tryna get behind me
Skate off on the police but I don't know how to ollie
(Like kick, push, coast, yeah)
I grew up a bad kid
Thought I wanted help then I'd refuse it
The only thing I wanted was the music
Lyrics in my art class
Only thing that I found therapeutic
So how could I be bothered with a glue stick?
See no one saw the strength within me, had to find it myself
They sent a slip home to suspend me, I just signed it myself
Didn't want the dream they sent me, redesigned it myself
No they could never comprehend me spitting rhymes for my health, and that's true
Textbook slacker, next book corny
When I say what I wanted from this life they would ignore me
Didn't think I'd make it to the stage as a beginner
So moving like an underdog but learned to be a winner
Look, I grew up a bad kid
Teachers hated on me in my classes
Now they wanna ask about where Jack is
I ain't wanna act right
Bathroom passes
Smoking on the wax pen
Cyphering, rapping
Now I got the hooks like Rocky
Yanagi and Donny
Cops still tryna get behind me
Skate off on the police but I don't know how to ollie
(Like kick, push, coast, yeah)
Y'all sweet and ya sour y'all don't got no sauce
Ya hits awful, they be like "go off"
Thats a oval, thats a fake ass circle
My clique stay higher than the pants on Urkel
Herschel, walk it no verbal
Y'all don't catch bodies y'all don't even catch Squirtles
Used to be the bad kid
Weed bag
In my jeans, sagging
Sit back with this pack of zig zags
And I was just a
Textbook skimmer
I was tryna flip a pack and make it home for dinner
I would try to lick him with the liquor in my liver
But we sick of being sinners
Father God I gotta fast like a sprinter, yeah
I grew up a bad kid
Teachers hated on me in my classes
Now they wanna ask about where Jack is
I ain't wanna act right
Bathroom passes
Smoking on the wax pen
Cyphering, rapping
Now I got the hooks like rocky
Yanagi and Donny
Cops still tryna get behind me
Skate off on the police but I don't know how to ollie
(Like kick, push, coast, yeah)

Written by:
Jack Yanagi, Rashaun Peters

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