We gunna take this party on into the morning
I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,
Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves
You know i grew up poor but aspired to bougie dreams,
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
I grew up in nola city,
I grew up on rap dawg, you could say it raised me
And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see
And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,
On to college, im always on the yard like farmers
Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup
I finally grew up and matured and manned up
So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots
I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,
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