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Growing Up

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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