Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Growing Up, artist - Turk. Album song Young & Thuggin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.06.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Growing Up |
| I ain’t nothin but a hustler, I raised like that |
| Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like that |
| Ol' G’s taught us game, we was made like that |
| Cross the family, ya get sprayed wit a mac, laid flat |
| My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin |
| Me and brother didn’t like the way my mother was copin |
| So we promised to get my momma out |
| Betta car, betta house |
| And if daddy ain’t gettin shit togetha, fuck it, a betta spouse |
| I know what this ghetto bout, I live that life |
| No heat, no light at the crib at night |
| Stay strapped, gat attached next to my ribs at night |
| Cause them fiends’ll try to steal yo life |
| Muthafucka this Chicago |
| Everything I live for, I die for |
| Cash Money the click I’ll ride for |
| Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn’t fuckin wit me |
| Now the whole workld in love wit Mickey |
| Cash Money Millionaires nigga |
| Growing up was hard in them project bricks |
| I ain’t gone even lie dawg I ain’t neva had shit |
| It was hard dawg wit out a father figure |
| Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall nigga |
| Nigga I’m from city where niggas gang bang and shit |
| Up on the corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit |
| I tote em quick and make chickens get over |
| Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked the fuck over |
| Shit I’m not playin, them bullets gone start sprayin |
| Start prayin, cuz gats gone start sprayin |
| Stop panicin, stayin calm to I bomb out this ghetto |
| Leg, back, arms, ice up to the elbow |
| Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in the ghetto |
| Slimmy’s pack simmy’s, squeeze 50 in the ghetto |
| Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart |
| Hit the roach, don’t smoke, it’ll have you senseless in the ghetto |
| Cuz niggas will beat you senseless in the ghetto |
| I’m glad I moved my mom to the ponds, out the palms of the ghetto |
| True divas neva settle for the ghetto |
| Come on, and that’s real Cash Money nigga |
| Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard |
| Couldn’t keep up wit the Jones, cuz we didn’t have funds |
| In the summer it was hot, cuz we didn’t have air |
| Daddy wasn’t even around like he didn’t even care |
| I ain’t gon' lie, sometimes I used to get pissed off |
| At my momma like it was her fault but it wasn’t at all |
| Used to keep a pair of tennis for at least six months |
| When they got scuffed up, we just patched 'em up |
| Had to be inside early, yeah I punched the clock |
| Didn’t have no telephone or no cable box |
| Just my momma and my brother gettin how we live |
| One thing fa sho dawg we kept a meal |
| Livin on welfare and my momma’s pray |
| Wishin that one day we gone get outta this hell |
| Thinkin to myself this shit all fucked up |
| Times was heard for me dawg growin up |