I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art
This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard.
Growing up i had your posters o
My new flow bought hublots below zero
Hard to kill, how many more times?
I'm standing on the field full of land mines
I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life
Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies
It was hard for me and moms growing up
And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck
These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.
The little engine that could, this little nigga is good
Kids growing up to be little pricks
She likes the way it hits her lips
Living underground like a godfather buried alive
To real life: large minds abroad the hardship of hard times
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