Growing Pains
Polo G Lyrics

Tell them nigga's Nobody shoot with Ricky Mars Or we gon' rob yo' ass Ricky
Don't mess with Ricky Mars or else we'll take your belongings from you.

They got Wooski on the mix
Wooski is present and involved.

So much questions for the Lord Keep on asking "God, why?" Tell them the story of my life That shit might make a nigga cry
I have so many questions for God and often wonder why things have happened to me. If I tell them my life story, it may bring someone to tears.

Homies left me outta nowhere I ain't get to say goodbye Plan on grinding 'til I'm standing At that gate up in the sky
My friends left me suddenly without me being able to say farewell. I aim to work tirelessly until I reach the gates of heaven.

'Cause I told tum-tum I'm gone make it I couldn't lie Really gifted with this music That some shit you can't deny
I promised my friend Tum Tum that I'd make it and I meant it. I possess a talent for music that is unmistakable.

Can't let my foot up off they necks 'Cause it's more pressure to apply Ain't no love where I'm from It's so much hate up in the Chi
I must continue to assert my dominance over them because that's the only way to succeed in my home where there feels like little love and a lot of hate.

Bodies dropping on the daily Niggas scoring like A.I Heard you plotting, pussy nigga I can't wait for you to try Show no mercy I'm gone blast 'em In his face until he die Whack a nigga, police searching Now I'm way up in Dubai
People are dying every day like basketball scores from Allen Iverson's dominant performances. I heard that people are plotting on me, and I can't wait for it to happen. If someone tries me, I'll show no leniency and kill them without mercy. Even though I'm a wanted person, I'm in Dubai now living life.

Ayy Look up in the sky (up in the sky) He steady tweaking He say that he breathing I'm lookin' at him like a spy Pop me a percy And pour up the lean, everyday 'Cause I gotta get high (high) I been a demon She swallow my semen Then get around, you act shy (shy) He can get shot in his eye (grrah) Thinkin' bout them times I seen them opps and damn near died It's so many times I could've stopped But never tried (nah) You ain't chasin' money Then you might get left behind (left behind) See the hate don't work Them niggas start to tellin' lies (bitch) I watch a nigga get fried 'Cause he was playing with mines She calling me, I'm pressing decline I ain't even got the time So many nights I been in the stu But I'm on the block with .9's Get on the beats, I'm speakin' the truth That shit be so hard to find
Looking up at the sky, I see someone bugging out, thinking they can breathe, although high. I eye them as a spy. Every day, I pop a pill to get high and drink lean. Women will sleep with me and act shy around me. People could get killed, as I nearly died in the past when I saw my enemies. Often, I didn't put in any effort to stop things from happening. It's necessary to chase money, or else you will be left behind. Hating doesn't work as it provokes them to spread lies. I saw someone die because they were meddling with my business. I don't have time for phone calls. I spend my nights at the studio writing honest lyrics, which are hard to come by.

Couldn't afford a lawyer In the county, fighting felonies But since I came home It's like God keep on blessing me Got it out the mud Whole hood got respect for me Back when I was young I used to care if they accepted me Now all of they bitches look at me Like a celebrity They say "congratulations" But I still peep the jealousy I been on my shit I just been adding to my legacy Watch it grow I snorted them blows That shit affected me Said I gotta make it I won't let this get the best of me Bitch, where I was raised Having Glocks is a necessity Where shorties reckless, sparking They can't even aim it steadily And hit the innocence Might take a life or end a pregnancy
I couldn't afford a good attorney, so I fought my own crimes in court. God has been blessing me since I've been home. The whole community respects me because I went through a lot to get to this point. I used to care if people liked me when I was younger, but now, their girlfriends look at me like a celebrity. They say congratulations, but it comes with jealousy. I am still working hard, and I'm building an empire for myself. I did drugs in the past, which affected me. I must succeed and not let anything get the best of me. Where I come from, owning firearms is a necessity because people are reckless and usually can't aim, thus hurting those innocents or causing pregnancies to end.

Youngins wildin' Hanging in the streets Just like it's sesame I just mixed the codeine with the sprite Like it's a recipe All I tote is Glocks The only things that's in my weaponry (grrah) I seen my brother die My momma thought I needed therapy (for real) People steady testing me "Tay, you gotta chill" Is what they tellin' me (yeah) I was on the blocks and shootin' opps Ain't trynna' let it be You gon' catch a bullet If you ever think you checkin' me (boom) Even when you see my by myself I got that TEC with me (ay) Step to me Drills and killin' opps Is in my pedigree(ay) Even when I'm chillin' Tote a chopper, that's .270 I just got the top From a new bop Her name was Ebony Slide on anybody That want smoke And make them scared of me (gang) Ricky!
The youth is dangerous and can be found hanging around the streets like Sesame Street characters. I mix codeine with Sprite just like I'm following a recipe. My only weapon choices are Glocks. I saw my brother die and was taken to therapy. People are always pushing my buttons and telling me to chill. Even when I'm not causing any trouble, I won't let it slide; I'll go after my enemies with guns blazing. You'll regret testing me if you think you got the upper hand. Even if I'm alone, I carry a weapon with me. My family history consists of violence, and it comes naturally to me. I use .270 Caliber guns to chill. I just had sex with a girl named Ebony. I'll intimidate anyone who wants smoke with me, making them fear me.