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Growing Up (Explicit) - E-40
I'm a little mannish motherf**ker
I take after my older brother
Started off selling m*******a but now I'm selling yola
Here take a swig of this bourbon
[Incomprehensible
Hit that hit that baby
Aight dude aye who who's foolin' right there
Who dat
Aight ni**a aye get down ni**a
Aye ni**a get down ni**a
Aye ni**a get down ni**a
Sh*t
Wuh we about seventy-five extra mail mannish
Hard-headed hoodlum-a** niggaz
On the d**e track workin' overtime full of f**kin 'D'
Runnin' through somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
Generatin' through mah street a week
Why motherf**kers gotta ask me how I'm doin' if I'm alright
When a motherf**ker's starvin' and strugglin'
Even on my hip pretty much needlin' and jugglin'
There still ain't gonna never be enough lovin'
I'm tired of rippin' and runnin' dodgin' and duckin' bullets
I know my time is comin' death is on me bad
The walls is closin' in I wish I had a dad
But left when I was ten so mom's is all I had
And she was there for me until I ran away from the pad
And now she disowned me and she don't claim me
Reverend wouldja put some blessin' oil on my head
Before I end up dead gall bladder full of lead scared
I guess a hard-head make a soft-a**
I ain't gon' last if I keep f**kin' with this fast life
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him
Ah I page my ties even though the money's filthy
Don't wanna go to church because I feel guilty
Nope I don't wanna die 'cause when the preacher preach the Gospel
I be ready to cry up in the Church of Pentecostal
I don't think I'ma make it to see twenty-five
'Til I wash my hands and come clean
Sh*t I'll be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteen
No life to give for that nastiness
As a rebellious disobedient-a** problem child
He's easily influenced hangin' around the wrong crowd
I'm willin' to do almost anything
Whatever it takes to make my allowance
I'm on prescription medication chemically off-balance
Got me snatchin' up [Incomprehensible
Pick-pickin' indo's and pullin' licks
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him
But daddy
Yes son
Tie my shoes
Okay
Lace me up hook me up
Like a tow-track man
Aight
Ear-hustlin' make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur
What
When it comes to this thang man I'm connoisseur
Connoisseur
I read through the punk registry in the robb report
What
I come off like dat
Grew up around slick talkers
A po-po-poppin' con artists
What
Go straight to the [Incomprehensible
Boy you
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Like you when I was younger
But I got my life together and I bettered myself as I got older
Na-uh now I entertain a sss-uh a-smeb rover
Street smarts with a degree and a diploma
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him
Ah give it to me uhh
Uhh uhh
Come on uhh
