| Check it, I grew up
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| You know, we was just kids the other day
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| But now, check it, I grew up
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| I gr-I gr-I gr-I grew up (Yeah, uh)
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| Fly!
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| When I was stuffing dimes in baggies
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| Police tried to bag me (Tried to bag me)
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| Lately I been happy, you don’t want me aggy
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| Be quick to put a hole in one like I was in a Caddie
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| And on the way I stopped at Golden Krust to get a pattie
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| Certain chicks still tryna smash me thou my skin was ashy
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| I used to want to date a baddie, pretty face and fatty
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| Realized that didn’t matter, so much other shit I rathered
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| Like a chick with brains and manners
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| Low tolerance for bullshit and way less time for the chatter
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| At a party full of scammers
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| We heard shots and then we scattered
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| Made no sense to reach into my pocket for my banger
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| Would have been inside the slammer if we thought to bring the hammer
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| 'Cause if they choose to violate
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| Then we’d have to retaliate
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| Start raising up the crime rate
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| It’s beef, we let it marinate
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| It was me, my right hand, my best friend, my other dawg
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| One hair on their skin got touched, it would’ve likely been a war
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| Niggas thought it was a game but now we settling the score
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| Shooting 'til the clip is empty, would have went out in a brawl
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| Woulda never have been touring
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| All these years of feeling torn
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| 'Cause we just the children of the children of the corn
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| I’d be making niggas wish that they was never ever born
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| They gon' have to feel his motherfucking scorn
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| Heard they hit a random nigga in the arm
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| None of my niggas was harmed
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| Got home safe, I didn’t care 'cause I ain’t know him
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| I know, probably some shit that I shouldn’t say
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| Like Cam said, he’ll be aight, niggas get shot every day
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| I been outta road
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| Wasn’t taught the ropes
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| But after that we grew up (I grew up)
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| After that we grew up
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| I been outta road (I grew up)
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| Wasn’t taught the ropes
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| But after that we grew up (I grew up)
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| After that we grew up
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| I was just a youth, dad was a mechanic, always kept a tool
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| Act a fool, he gon' be like John Wick coming after you
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| Denzel, Equalizer 2
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| We gon' treat you like our food
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| F around and might get chewed and spit out
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| Show you why we rude, just the truth
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| Teach you a quick lesson like a substitute
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| That’s an automatic, I don’t even need to sub to shoot
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| Hit you with the shaolin, put hands on you like we from the Wu
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| Used to get so high that two L’s look just like a W
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| Big up all the shotta dem
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| Sharing all their stories, just might drop a gem
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| Pushing through the odds, they’re ain’t no stopping dem
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| Shout out all my Brooklyn niggas rocking Timbs
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| Raise the bar and rep hope, we’d all work out like we at the gym
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| Stay clocking in, committed lots of sins
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| Lived it, this is not pretend
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| The pastor say that God forgives
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| I’m thankful that I got to live
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| With the dumb shit I done did
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| I done seen a lot of shit
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| Gave music all that I could give
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| I grew up now, I’m not a kid
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| I been outta road
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| Wasn’t taught the ropes
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| But after that we grew up (I grew up)
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| After that we grew up
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| I been outta road (I grew up)
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| Wasn’t taught the ropes
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| But after that we grew up (I grew up)
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| After that we grew up
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| I been outta road
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| Wasn’t taught the ropes
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| But after that we grew up
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| After that we grew up |