Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,
Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues
I can you straighten you out when we twisted
I have a father, he didn't leave me as a kid
Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,
I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes
Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies
I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life
Let's pretend he liked hobbies he could do as a kid,
But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted
I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price
And it ain’t cool when a small and little kid dies,
Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before
Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for
Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate
Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state
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