Growing Up
[Intro]
This our last and final song, I know last and final mean the same thing
I'm just channeling my inner birdman
It's all good, fuck with me
Aight we gon' get to the last one
Let's do it

[Chorus : Deante' Hitchcock]
Rollin' up, hmm
Get high for the lows, lows, lows
You move too fast you need to slow it up, okay hmm
Ease your mind and take it slow, slow, slow
I know, I know, I done been through some things but I'm still right here
Through the hurt, through the pain, overcame my fears
I must be growing up, hmm
Maybe not, I don't know, know, know
I must be okay uh, okay uh, okay uh, okay

[Verse 1 : Deante' Hitchcock]
Woah n***a, woah n***a
Mostly a n***a look just like me
Okay, go n***a, go n***a
Motivate n***as, you just might be, okay
World made us cold, n***as tales from the hood like my n***a Spike Lee
So you know I gotta stay on my toes, n***a ain't shit sweet, sugar honey, ice tea, okay
Told n***as, one-two-three, way back, that the flow clean like Ajax
It's big payback, if you switch sides, no take back
You know homie, don't play that shit
Whole lot of manifestin' goin' on
With a fortune like a young Pat Sajak
Hard to find like a needle in a haystack
Baby I need my space, that's why I'm
[Chorus : Deante' Hitchcock]
Rollin' up, hmm
Get high for the lows, lows, lows (Lows, lows, lows)
You move too fast you need to slow it up, hmm
Ease your mind and take it slow, slow, slow (Slow, slow, slow)
I know, I know, I done been through some things but I'm still right here
Through the hurt, through the pain, overcame my fears
I must be growing up, hey (I must be, I must be)
Maybe not, I don't know, know, know (Know, know, know)
Okay, uh, okay look

[Verse 2 : Deante' Hitchcock]
I'm doin' everything in 2019, so in 2020 I could see clearly
I'm tired of makin' the same new years resolutions on the fuckin' yearly
I'm on the road to riches, in my own lane, let my soul steer me
But even in the belly of the beast, was still God's son, I mean that sincerely
Hope I never let Nas down, but Nas ain't the n***a that'll need to hear me, why?
He already got a million, but my n***as still stuck at the bottom
Feelin' like there ain't no one who really got em
Livin' like there ain't no fuckin' tomorrow really
'Cause there might not be no damn tomorrow
We out here livin' on time that's borrowed
I talk to God, I was like, "God", God was like, "Sup?"
I was like "Shit, my bad for cussin'"
She was like "N***a, please told y'all to come how you is
What's on your mind? I already know
Wouldn't be much of a God unless I did"
I was like "True, so what would you recommend I do?
'Cause I'm stressed enough as it is"
God was like "Look, my n***a
You didn't have to make it this far, but look bruh you did
Flow like the wind, we don't judge a fish on if it fly or not and tell birds to swim
Be what you is, even when it hurt you
Really we just all here to serve a purpose
I set the stage, play roll them curtains
Better make it worth
Pass me the blunt, I see you"
[Chorus : Deante' Hitchcock]
Rollin' up, hmm
Get high for the lows, lows, lows (Lows, lows, lows)
You move too fast you need to slow it up, hmm
Ease your mind and take it slow, slow, slow (Slow, slow, slow)
I know, I know, I done been through some things but I'm still right here
Through the hurt, through the pain, overcame my fears
I must be growing up, hey (I must be, I must be)
Maybe not, I don't know, know, know (Know, know, know)
Okay, uh, okay

[Outro]
Hey, baby, I'm so proud of you
You've been workin' so hard
I know it's been a hard journey
And a very long journey
To see you go through your ups and downs
I just smile every time I think about it
Because I know that, you really deserve this
Like, you so deservin' of this
I can't wait to see what your future looks like
Keep workin' hard, keep pushin'
And remember you're the greatest, I love you

Mother God
[Verse 3 : Deante' Hitchcock]
Ay, look
Somebody ask me why I think God is a woman
And I said, "Your momma cookin' must not be as good as mine
Your lil' sister must not warm your spirit when you see her crack a smile
And you never seen one hold a child, in her arms
After she just birthed it"
Hands down, man walkin' this Earth surface, shawt' the closest thing I done seen to perfect
Girl I'm with now is a nurse and workin' two jobs on the side, still tryna find purpose
Givin' love to those who need it and not just those who deserve it
That's the type of shit that make me love her more
Couldn't cut her loose if I had scissors, this love galore
She bring me peace, and naw she ain't street in the least
But if it's beef, I know that she'll hold the heat for me like the oven door
Really becomin' more and more convinced that I love y'all
But y'all may love me more
See I don't think that I can compete with my mother's joy
Seein' her baby boy live out his dreams 'cause years ago, I wasn't even sure what I was livin' for
So I love you more than life itself
And my heart cold but I know the ice can melt
How I'm your son but you shine like one
And all them tears you cried for me, to get through 'em, you must be Michael Phelps
As the cards in this life get dealt, I know I always got me some queens
All my grandmas, partners, cousins and aunties
Always on time like Ashanti
Whether I need me some advice, or just wanna talk but it haunt me to this day
That I ain't go see Brianna up in that hospital bed
Convinced myself I had a lot on my head
It ain't a lie, 'cause at the time man I did
But lessons learned, putting things, I should do today off for tomorrow instead
You, my momma, Nique, Granny and Brenda and Lina, Mama Jay
Auntie Tyra, Jaae, Tenae, auntie Kita, Claudine and Claudette
Steph and Josette, Icy and Lisa, miss Tina, Caroline, Blaire and Amethyst, Khi, Amina
Made sure I started with love like Serena
And if love is God and God is love, then these a couple places I've seen
I say started with love like Serena
If love is God and God is love
Amen
I mean A women

[Outro]
That's my motherfuckin' time, now I'm finna' get up outta' here
Before I go
I need ya'll to make some noise for my boy on the keys
Brandon Phillips Motherfuckin' Taylor
The producer of this whole album, ya'll make some -would you make some noise
Comment, do whatever you gotta do
That Boy Nick the quick he put his hat on
The best DJ in the motherfuckin' world man
Light bruh up, If ya'll can see him ya'll go ahead make some noise for him as well
That boy motherfuckin' Black Jordan on them drums still going stupid
Show off my n***a, go crazy, make some noise for Black Jordan
And last but not least, well actually not last but not least
I got more folks to thank
That boy Chip right there, on the motherfuckin' bass and the moog, make some noise for Chip
[?] on the cam, one and two
We got Garfield sitting down and he don't like being on camera, get him- somebody need to get him off camera
I don't know if they gon' do it, but please get him off camera
And that boy Steve yeah and T-Money in the motherfuckin' flesh
Ya'll make some noise for them
I can't see shit, but Chris somewhere in here, my manager thank you for putting this whole thing together, I can't see you
You big as hell, I don't know why-I can't believe the light
There you go, Ya'll make some noise for Chris
Back there on the god damn floor too
I don't know where [?] at he back there too but he doin' his thing
Ya'll make some noise for [?] that boy crazy
Got the sound for the whole show put together man
Ya'll make some noise for ya'll 'selves
Ya'll make some noise for the beautiful people in aisle 5
I love yall, I'm of this motherfucker
Thank ya'll for listening to my album
Go stream that motherfuck' if you like how it feels
Peace