He sees the people he grew up with, they have kids now
Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow
Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards
The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters
And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well
Shit i'm livin' is real, grew up in straight hell
It’s funny, but i grew up thinking that's what matters
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
Let's have a toast for this new love
Grew up in the basements
Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree
I grew up on rap dawg, you could say it raised me
A fuck that we will never give is like our pops
I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,
But as i grew up, i noticed it was a lie
Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high
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