| Good morning boys and girls
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| You over there in that black shirt
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| What you wanna be when you grow up?
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| My mother worked two jobs, gang banging was too raw
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| 1993, I was bumping some of that Snoop Dogg
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| Murder was the Case, my uncle caught a case
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| My grandmother stressing out, I could feel her pain
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| Acting older than I was, I should have been acting my age
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| I had to walk to school, I got recruited to the gang
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| My mother tried to do her best, on minimum wage
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| But it was hard when I seen the drugdealers in the range
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| Such a bad example, she didn’t even know it
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| I truly needed my father with me, you need to know it
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| You need to know it, cause I need someone to be heroic
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| Someone to motivate me when I wanna be a poet
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| I truly think that I can be the dopest, maybe noticed
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| Never losing my focus, but you ruined the moments
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| Shit was hard in my apartment, roaches and old, carpets
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| I’mma enemy target, matresses by the garbage
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| I know it’s hard to grow up (grow up)
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| I know it’s hard to grow up (oh)
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| But it’s time to grow up (grow up)
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| (I know it’s hard to grow up)
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| I know it’s hard to grow up (oh)
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| (But everybody gotta grow.)
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| But it’s time to grow up (grow up)
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| (But everybody gotta grow.)
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| What you wanna be when you grow up?
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| I wanna be a motherfucking hustler, you better ask somebody
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| Yo, I wish my father never met that woman
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| Broke my family up, you should have fucking left that woman
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| I was eating cereal, my mama cried to sleep
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| Remember the kisses I gave you on the side of your cheek?
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| I made some promises, that I will make accomplishments
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| And I became a criminal, please accept my apologies
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| I’mma get you out this, show these rappers what time it is
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| Buy you the car you needed, and have somebody to drive you in it
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| My mama held my hand, standing at the bus stop
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| Gave me the love I needed, the streets, covered in gun shots
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| Stop making excuses, and stop going to prison
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| Cause people forget about you when people don’t even visit
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| This is for my young homies, thinking there’s no way out
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| Throwing your life away, living broke, that shit is played out
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| OG’s tell me stories 'bout life in the pen
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| A dark cell, homies lost, doing heroin
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| I know it’s hard to grow up (grow up)
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| I know it’s hard to grow up (oh)
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| But it’s time to grow up (grow up)
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| (I know it’s hard to grow up)
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| I know it’s hard to grow up (oh)
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| (I know it’s hard to grow)
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| But it’s time to grow up (grow up)
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| (But everybody got, everybody gotta grow up.)
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| And if you fall, get back up
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| And just remember, everybody gotta grow up
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| And if you fall, get back up
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| And just remember, everybody gotta grow up
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| Grow up, Grow, everybody gotta grow up
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| Everybody, everybody gotta grow up
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| Believe me homie, you can make it |