Tired of the pain tired of the struggle
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
Growing inside of me
Growing up in the streets was easy
Now i know a lotta styles, some see
Growing up is tough especially when your a teen.
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would
These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.
Growing up by myself
I like rollin' with friends
Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state
Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.
They be little, young, kid i am growing up
Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut
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