| Ayy man, to them young niggas, man
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| Everybody out there that’s growin' up, that’s kids
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| Don’t try to grow up too fast, man
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| Enjoy your parents, enjoy your friends, enjoy your relatives while you got 'em
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| They ain’t always gonna be livin', they ain’t always gonna be with you, bro
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| (Helluva made this beat, baby)
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| Trust me
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| We started off stealin' bikes and playin' a game at the crib
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| Like ask your mama can I spend the night
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| Hittin' the mall, gettin' matchin' pair of Mikes
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| Gettin' girls' numbers was the highlight of our life
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| At school in the bathroom, goin' 30 seconds
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| Sittin' next to Robert, tryna copy off his answers
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| Around report card time, I was finessin' (Yeah)
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| Like, «Granny, they ain’t give 'em to the students, they gon' mail 'em»
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| (I ain’t get mine)
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| We was mad when the other got suspended
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| Like, «Damn, now I gotta be in school without my nigga»
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| Why they let us get our hands on them pistols?
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| Why we ain’t get a book on all the shit that came with it
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| Why our peoples ain’t tell us the government had an agenda?
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| Don’t get a young nigga forever stranded in that system (Damn)
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| Wasn’t thinkin', I was busy thinkin' 'bout a million (Who else?)
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| Jasmine (Who else?), Lay-Lay (Who else?), Kayla (Who else?) Britney (Nigga)
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| Used to wear my uncle’s clothes to the parties
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| I know these pants big as hell, but they Ed Hardys
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| Tay tapped me like, «Get ready, bro, I’m finna snatch these Cartis»
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| (Bruh, we don’t tip around this bitch)
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| I think that’s when all this shit got started
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| Next day, we standin' outside the apartment
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| On Chicago, when some niggas rolled up in a Charger (Skrrt)
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| Like, «Come up off them glasses 'fore we start sparkin'»
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| All I remember is gunshots and dogs barkin'
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| Bruh like, «That's them 7 Mile niggas,» so that’s our target
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| Next day we on 7 Mile and Ferguson with five .40s
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| Tell his mama her baby gettin' aborted
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| No statute of limitations, so I gotta end that story
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| Put the gang on our shirts, you know what my mans claim
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| Terrorizin' shit, from Northland to Fairlane
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| Gettin' all the hoes at the high school games
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| Bunch of young niggas with some frames that’ll go insane
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| Then that RICO Act came, that’s when niggas changed
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| My day one niggas dead or stuck in that cage
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| My day ones that’s out, they don’t wanna change
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| But I got too much to lose, gotta go my way (I can’t stay the same)
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| 'Cause I remember when them people ran in my crib
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| Pointin' them SIGs, crazy how we went from babies to men
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| Q was 17 when they gave him his bid
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| Straight to the Pen, he get out, he gon' have great-grandkids
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| Send him money every month 'cause he ain’t say what we did
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| Only thing he told 'em is we went from babies to men
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| Our transition was crazy… from babies (Grew up too fast)
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| We went from babies to men
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| Now I got my foot on niggas' necks and I ain’t lettin' up
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| Five M’s tucked, if I ain’t do shit else, I ran it up
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| Ho give me a bottle, what I’m gon' do with a cup?
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| I put on for Detroit, I need me a free pair of Bucks
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| Bitch, we really run the city, go and ask about us
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| Niggas gettin' found without their head about us
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| I was 17, givin' niggas no passes
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| Unc' taught me how to shoot, we used to call it po' class (Bow) |