I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook
People who agreed with you fuck them all,
That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball
For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money
Chorus: with everyone around, just doubting me.
If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see
Growing up in the streets was easy
Just sit back and relax and take it easy
Chorus: with everyone around, just doubting me.
They be little, young, kid i am growing up
Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck
Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck
Continues to grow pinochio taught growing up that you reap what you sow. but
I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life
It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies
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