Growing Up

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I'm a little mannish motherfucker
 I take after my older brother
 Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling yola
 Here take a swig of this bourbon
 [Incomprehensible]
 Hit that, hit that, baby
 Aight dude, aye who who's foolin' right there?
 Who dat?
 Aight nigga, aye, get down nigga
 Aye nigga, get down nigga
 Aye nigga, get down nigga
 Shit!
 Wuh, we about seventy-five extra mail mannish
 Hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggaz
 On the dope track workin' overtime full of fuckin 'D'
 Runnin' through somewhere in the neighborhood
 Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
 Generatin' through mah street, a week
 Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I'm doin' if I'm alright?
 When a motherfucker's starvin' and strugglin'
 Even on my hip pretty much needlin' and jugglin'
 There still ain't gonna never be enough lovin'
 I'm tired of rippin' and runnin', dodgin' and duckin' bullets
 I know my time is comin', death is on me bad
 The walls is closin' in, I wish I had a dad
 But left when I was ten, so mom's is all I had
 And she was there for me until I ran away from the pad
 And now she disowned me and she don't claim me
 Reverend wouldja put some blessin' oil on my head
 Before I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead, scared
 I guess a hard-head make a soft-ass
 I ain't gon' last if I keep fuckin' with this fast life
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him
 Ah, I page my ties even though the money's filthy
 Don't wanna go to church, because I feel guilty
 Nope, I don't wanna die 'cause when the preacher preach the Gospel
 I be ready to cry up in the Church of Pentecostal
 I don't think I'ma make it to see twenty-five
 'Til I wash my hands and come clean
 Shit, I'll be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteen
 No life to give for that nastiness
 As a rebellious disobedient-ass problem child
 He's easily influenced, hangin' around the wrong crowd
 I'm willin' to do almost anything
 Whatever it takes to make my allowance
 I'm on prescription medication, chemically off-balance
 Got me snatchin' up [Incomprehensible], pickin' up hits
 Pick-pickin' indo's and pullin' licks
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him
 But daddy?
 Yes son
 Tie my shoes
 Okay
 Lace me up, hook me up
 Like a tow-track, man
 Aight
 Ear-hustlin', make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur
 What?
 When it comes to this thang man I'm connoisseur
 Connoisseur
 I read through the punk registry in the robb report
 What?
 I come off like dat
 Grew up around slick talkers
 A po-po-poppin' con artists
 What?
 Go straight to the [Incomprehensible] and get a bad leather jacket
 Boy you
 [Incomprehensible] bankrupt
 Like you when I was younger
 But I got my life together and I bettered myself as I got older
 Na-uh, now I entertain, a sss-uh, a-smeb rover
 Street smarts with a degree and a diploma
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
 He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
 Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him
 Ah, give it to me, uhh
 Uhh uhh
 Come on, uhh
 Give it to me, uhh

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Duration
03:52
Key
9
Tempo
94 BPM

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