Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grew Up Hard, artist - Ghostface Killah. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grew Up Hard |
| Uh-huh, whoo, just smoothing it out, right now |
| My nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich this year, nigga (see) |
| Sip on this little bit of odor, made brown |
| Zone out, turn the lights off |
| Ant boogie, what up? |
| Uh-huh |
| In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on |
| Listening to classic soul, with the slow jams on |
| Smokey Robinson, Tears of a Clown, shedding tears |
| Popping beers, almost twenty five years in the town |
| I seen niggas die off, like dandelions in the fall |
| Niggas heard of Chip Banks and left him lying in the hall |
| Your boy Sandy Brock was ill, like Kobe Bryant with the ball |
| It’s no exceptions, even the biggest giants gotta fall |
| Cuz we living in denial, but these lessons are vital |
| When marinating in the slums, you gotta practice survival |
| Now everybody wants to be next American idol |
| But these are more than just songs pressed up your vinyl |
| Being rich is a poor man’s dream, and we all wanna shine |
| But we all can’t green, knahImean? |
| Being rich is a poor man’s dream, and we all wanna shine |
| But we all can’t green… |
| I grew up hard, maybe you grew up harder |
| But I ain’t been to many operas |
| Or had money for private doctors |
| As harsh it sound, these just a tears of a clown |
| I grew up hard, maybe you grew up harder |
| The message is I’m too strong to hold down |
| I know the ledge, and I ain’t planning to drown |
| As harsh it sound, these just a tears of a clown |
| Momma ain’t raised no fool, they say we gotta save the children |
| But first, we gotta save our spoons |
| I was taught not to waste my food |
| Even if I didn’t like it, every scrap on my plate got chewed |
| Either you ate, or you didn’t eat, the memories are bitter sweet |
| Used to get teased by my friends, cuz I had bigger feet |
| I think about them jokes and laugh, crack a smile |
| Cuz as a child, I never knew that being broke was bad |
| Growing up I was close to my dad, but that still didn’t stop a nigga |
| From putting that coke in them bags |
| That was the past, now, I’m riding with the oak in the dash |
| Got jealous niggas hating, big time, hoping I crash |
| I can’t blame 'em, and on the same note, I can’t change 'em |
| Let a nigga disrespect my shit, I’m gonna flame 'em |
| That’s word to my son little Jay, my little homey |
| Ask niggas how your boy get down, ain’t nothing phony |
| Yeah, they say two heads are better than one, and in the process |
| I learned that slow progress, is better than none |
| That’s why I’m still here persuing my goals, baking that bread |
| In the bakery, if I ain’t out, doing no shows |
| I hit the block, once in a blue, and front with the crew |
| And show niggas a good time, by getting drunk in the stud' |
| Some niggas find happiness, with a blunt and a brew |
| They talented niggas, but they just need something to do |
| It’s kinda hard try’nna look beyond buildings and bricks |
| We can’t condone broken homes, when our children is sick |
| Try’nna survive off the cereal and milk from the WIC |
| And all the good ones we got, be getting killed in the mix |
| He could of been the next Jordan, who knows, the next Emmitt |
| Young Tiger Woods, or the new Arthur Ashe of tennis |
| That’s why I’m looking past the gimmicks, getting cash with Dennis |
| Criminal grind, we gonna smash the business |
| Yeah, when you see that big thing pull up |
| Don’t be mad at us, man, be glad, we done made it from the projects |
| We done came up, Stapleton Houses, man |
| Straight up, Theodore, Toney Starks Enterprise |