On to college, im always on the yard like farmers
And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,
You know the story, fuck questions, i grew up different ways,
That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase
I grew up in different places, never truly safe and good,
I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would
When i grew up i was like "whatever"
Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her
When i grew up, i was thrown from agency to agency
Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money
I grew up as a teenager in new orleans, word is bond,
Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost
But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans
You know i grew up poor but aspired to bougie dreams,
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