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.
I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
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It was hard for me and moms growing up
Bitches is artificially duck
Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry
At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey
Growing up by myself
I'm on deck i'm up next
And my bank account look just like a phone card
Bunch of kids growing up learning shit the way that's hard,
And i know it's hard when you feel that anger growing
And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
They say nothings ever free
Growing up in the streets was easy
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