Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brought Up, artist - FYBDate of issue: 11.10.2018
Song language: English
Brought Up |
| Hey, you wanna get in the car, you gotta come in right now |
| I ain’t got no time to wait (mm, yeah, yeah, mmm) |
| It’s just the way that we was brought up |
| Yeah, I’m straight from the East side |
| DC till I hurry up, It’s clouded over here, now go (a-ha) |
| Mr. Smith |
| It’s how I came up (a-ha) |
| It’s just the way that we was brought up (you got a, go get it) |
| A million ways to stack a dollar (what, gotta do something) |
| Teachers teach, but OG’s taught us (OG) |
| Yeah, up next, I’m FYB, I gotta paint my sex |
| I’ll be damned if I call ya (yeah), came with a buyer (what) |
| Make you feel like a star, girl, yeah |
| New whip, my shit tenant (my shit tenant) |
| So dark, you can’t see you in it (see you in it) |
| So lost, you can’t see who in it (who in it) |
| I just spent a back-end at Lench |
| I want a new Louis bag (yeah), I want a new Gucci bag (okay) |
| I just got me a new bitch (new bitch), she made me feel like the man (the man) |
| I was the kid with the plan (the plan), new one day we’d have them Vans (them |
| Vans) |
| I’m in the (what), these niggas dig what I’m sayin' (dab) |
| We were posted on the East (East), gotta get out of the mud |
| Niggas stuck in a trap (trap), got no trouble to it now |
| OG gave us all the gang (yeah), said we had to wear the gang (gang) |
| But my niggas I relate (relate), started form another gang (gorillas) |
| Bitches never came between (never), turned into a menace |
| Gotta get it how you live it, niggas already livin' lawless |
| Tryna keep up with them ballers, listen to what momma taught us |
| They would try, we were border |
| It’s just the way that we was brought up (right) |
| A million ways to stack a dollar (what, gotta do something) |
| Teachers teach, but OG’s taught us (OG) |
| Yeah, up next, I’m FYB, I gotta paint my sex |
| I’ll be damned if I call ya (a-ha), came with a buyer (yeah) |
| Make you feel like a star, girl, yeah |
| The way I came up, it was tough to come up |
| In love with the money, I wanted them bucks |
| 7−11, I throw in a buck |
| We came to the game where that nigga got plucked |
| Scammin' these bitches, they run outta luck |
| Smokin' they weed, till a nigga get stuck |
| We came from the struggle, we don’t give no fucks |
| Stay out my line, or you know that it’s tough |
| I’m a rockstar, pull up with some bitches in the back, like a cop car |
| But I don’t fuck with 12, I don’t do dat, I know robbers |
| Pussy nigga better watch your back, and my plug need an Oscar, 'cause I’m told |
| he had to act (ay) |
| I can try these bitches, 'cause I know that she want that sack (ay) |
| But one told me I’m realer than what other niggas like |
| I think I love her (I love her), I love her like my brothers (my brothers) |
| Only thing is that I fuck her, probably wouldn’t love another, from the gutter |
| It’s just the way that we was brought up (bruh, listen, I gotta stack this |
| fuckin' money till I die) |
| A million ways to stack a dollar (what, listen, I think I just) |
| Teachers teach, but OG’s taught us (OG) |
| Yeah, up next, I’m FYB, I gotta paint my sex (yeah) |
| I’ll be damned if I call ya (yeah), came with a buyer (what) |
| Make you feel like a star, girl, yeah (listen) |
| Long time comin', wake me, when the phone stop comin' (yeah) |
| Like a drone, I’m floatin' over these niggas, drone top only (okay) |
| FYB whole lotta money (okay), lookin' like we stole a lot of money (okay) |
| Lookin' like we robbed the fuckin' bank, it won’t be cold this summer (it won’t |
| be cold) |
| Unless you talkin' 'bout my ice store (ice store), bad bitch a new profit it, |
| we describe it how my night go (how my night go) |
| Straightjacket, I’m feelin' myself like psychos (like psychos) |
| And I know this ain’t no convention, let’s be honest, sending microphone (point) |
| I tell my story of my life told (of my life told) |
| I’m from the hood, they might check something like Michael (Michael) |
| My diamonds sunny like a light show (like a light show) |
| My 40-incher made like Geico (like Geico) |
| FYB millionaires, ain’t no typo |
| It’s just the way that we was brought up (bruh, you gotta, go get it) |
| A million ways to stack a dollar (what, gotta do something, I mean) |
| Teachers teach, but OG’s taught us (OG) |
| Yeah, up next, I’m FYB, I gotta paint my sex (yeah) |
| I’ll be damned if I call ya (yeah), came with a buyer (what) |
| Make you feel like a star, girl, yeah |
| (Mr. Smith) |