But he don't rule a thing
Fifty millions and we're still growing!
Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics
Kids growing up to be little pricks
These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.
Call levi's we can see about the home cook
Third ward general, young cash money
Yet fame growing slower than a tree.
I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money
Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,
Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good
I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
And i know it's hard when you feel that anger growing
It's no wonder why i go in any hood like i am knowing
Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer
I had visions of growing old and being a grandfather,
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