conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Growing Pains II with the following description: “Growing Pains II” is the second installment of the series that includes “Growing Pains,” “Growing Pains III” and “GP4.”
  Throughout this track Logic discusses his evolution as an artist. He begins by talking about his own self-doubt and eventually believing in himself and his craft. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  I’m on the come up
  Anything that y'all do I'll one-up
  Y'all grind till like 3 in the morning; I grind till 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 him
  [Hook]
  (I'm tryna right my wrongs
  But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man)
  Mama, I’m sorry that I left at 17
  (I apologize a trillion times)
  [Verse 1]
  Everything ain’t what it seems when you try to follow your dreams
  First you saw the bigger picture, now you see behind the scenes
  You thought everything was sweet, now you see that shit is mean
  Got a taste now you a fiend, been into it since a teen
  Yeah, he nice and all his friends say he gon’ blow like Hiroshim'
  Eyes on the prize like the baddest bitch you ever seen
  At home late night, chillin', envisioning
  Himself on the cover of Vibe magazine
  But everything ain’t what it seems, though it seem like he gon’ blow
  Will he make it? Maybe so
  To be honest, I don’t know
  He got lyrics, he got flow
  But it takes so much mo'
  So much love
  So much pain
  With such little time to grow
  Yeah, we love it when he smile
  But hate it when he frown
  I remember when that girl turned his world upside down
  But it made his music better
  Brought emotion made it clever
  Now he growing everyday
  But he hungry tryna eat
  Brain like an EKG the way that he study the beat
  Now we know that he gon’ make it and he won’t accept defeat
  Now I ain’t tryna be mean
  Now I ain’t tryna be mean
  But everything ain’t what it seem [Hook]
  (I'm tryna right my wrongs
  But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man)
  Momma, I’m sorry that I left at 17
  (I apologize a trillion times)
  [Verse 2]
  So many times have I designed a rhyme to blow your mind
  'Cause I know that I wasn’t destined to live a life of crime
  I remember Christmases with no presents
  I used to fear my future now I dread my adolescence
  Living the life of Logic
  Really ain’t what it’s cut out to be
  'Cause if I couldn’t rap y'all wouldn’t give a fuck about me
  Hip-hop is politics
  Filled with nothing but strife and stress
  'Cause–time is money and it’s hard to invest
  Step on the stage, I get the honeys so wet
  Rockin' thousand-dollar tuxes, sippin' on nothing but Moet
  Thinkin' 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
  Now, I’m on the come up
  Anything that y'all do I’ll one-up
  Y'all grind till 3 in the morning; I grind till 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 him [Hook]
  (I'm tryna right my wrongs
  But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man)
  Momma, I’m sorry that I left at 17
  (I apologize a trillion times)
  [Verse 3]
  For the motherfuckers that hated: I made it
  Slowly elevated, escalated onto another level, ha
  My flow is crack, the game is Whitney, yup
  Fame is Bobby on their first date: it ain’t hit me yet
  Now, visualizing driving down the horizon
  While you despising the fact that I’m rising
  So much hate within this world this shit is so traumatizing
  Steppin' to me and you better be alphabetically ready
  Aim steady
  Lyricism sharp as machete
  I got it already
  See I was born to sell records
  Y'all destined to sell tunes
  All up in your headphones
  Killing booths like cellphones
  (I got it)
  'Cause everything ain’t what is seems
  It ain’t just him it takes a team
  At the ten headed to the zone in his mug mean
  Yeah, the quarterback shines, but not without a sense of safety
  So truly he is me and motherfucker you can’t face me
  Now I’ve had a lot of doubt
  But I had to throw that out
  'Cause I find that they listen when I rhyme not when I shout
  And right now shit is rocky
  With me and my girl
  See music is my moon but this shawty is my world
  Think about you all the time
  Turn that shit into a rhyme
  'Cause sometimes you can ignore me
  But the beat listens just fine
  Tell me do you even know
  If you truly want to grow
  Hate letters when I’m writing Love Jones all I know
  'Cause everything ain’t what it seem [Hook]
  (I'm tryna right my wrongs
  But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man)
  Momma, I’m sorry that I left at 17
  (I apologize a trillion times)
  [Verse 4]
  Living a life you only dream about
  Flow angelic 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 its 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 can 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, ah!
  Logic administer sinister verses like a minister for the listener
  Can you motherfuckers feel me?