I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life
Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies
I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,
Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand
Have your dad and fuckin gramps, catch a mutherfuckin cramp
Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle
Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle
For the life i had to live/ have a dad , but he was black/
We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back
So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate
If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate
I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood
Growing up by myself
I'm on deck i'm up next
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