This is a song about "Growing up in merced"

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Growing up i had your posters o

Must be something you want me to see

Growing up in the streets was easy

Continues to grow pinochio taught growing up that you reap what you sow. but

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Kids growing up to be little pricks

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look