Grown Locally (Prod. Misfit)

Chorus:
I'm just a florida kid
Trying figure my origins
And filling liquor inside my organs

Filling my lungs with potency
Potentially choking me
Blowing this smoke out grown locally
Yeah you know it's me

Verse:
You know it's me
Without binoculars or bifocals, just a young local trying to get into the inner oval
Or circle, to virtue with moguls
Around a table I hope to
I'm able to go through the metamorphosis total
I'm forming my vocals, perfecting the pitch
Don’t give a shit about conforming to socials
And I'm just like
I figured I had it right, I guess I had it wrong
Cursed to wander like a vagabond, a tag a long
To hope I grab the rope and ride the boat or guide my way to Babylon
Collect my songs in my catalog, until my cap is gone
The baddest known spitter inside the catacomb
Lifted off a bag of grown, anda glass of that patron, (that patron)
We’re throwing shots back like it was vintage
Imprinted in my image, I’m under-liked because of my pigment
Wish these mother fucks were different or colorblind
And they wonder why got the other guys tongue tied
I'm like alumni of this

Chorus:
I'm just a florida kid
Trying figure my origins
And Filling liquor in my organs

Filling my lungs with potency
Potentially choking me
Blowing this smoke out grown locally
Yeah you know it's me