Then i will cut a bitch up an then leave them in the hood
A couple milli in the bag and my face good
No hook, fuck a hook
I'm chillin' in this hood
Blista in tha upper body, bring em' up so quick i
And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie
If theres a time that in the hood
This information is vital, look
And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck
The hardest part of life is growing up.
Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry
I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky
I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took
Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen
Growing up is tough especially when your a teen.
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