Grew up in the basements
Thought this was forever love
Growing up in the streets was easy
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Sb nike's, with the grey box
(sirens) "oh shit the cops"
It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...
Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention
If i lost you be patient
I am growing impatient
So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine
Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line
That's why they can't mess up my flow
I look in your eyes, oh,
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