This is a song about "Growing up in an alcoholic fam"

All the bitches know my name

I'm growing in like rogaine

Growing up i had your posters o

The sun gives light cause it is the window

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Who grew up in an age, that grew up on another

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Reppin red an black cause cgs the fam bitch

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Growing up by myself

And if you pay for that yourself