作曲 : Bridges, Harvey, Jenkins ...
Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that’s a product of they environment
Whether getting money legally or ILLEGALLY
We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man
I grew up a fucking screw-up
Got introduced to the game, to the game then fucking blew up
Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby
Got introduced to the game, I ain’t took a breath yet
Ever since I was an embryo, waiting to shape up and ship out
Something in my brain said, “Wake up and kick out!”
Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out
Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out
Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out
Peace up, A-Town down and then I dipped out

I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out
Somebody get him, the little nigga’s out of control
Put a little bit of rum in my bottle
I’ll dream about diamonds and Gold Gold Gold
to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent
The essence of adolescence got my body feeling Freshing Freshing Freshing
and it was a blessing to rhyme and start rapping
I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections
Still the best but now I’m grown with more range than a Texan
And I’m a heavyweight you niggas is lighter than my complexion
I grew up a fucking screw-up
Got introduced to the game, to the game then fucking blew up
Luda! What up homie? CTE Nigga!
8732， What it do? Jay double! Let’s get it!U.S.D.A.
I grew up right here, round the corner from mail man
and when the first came it was rain on the mail man
Whatchu mean it ain’t right? you better go get your scale man
I don’t trust him anyway, you know the nigga a tail man
First they run up in your place, now your ass got a case
Crooked ass judge sends your ass outta space
8 by 6 now your ass outta place
Your girl ran through your change
now your ass outta pocket
Speakin of pockets mines got the mumps
A quarter mil for breakfats, now what’s for lunch?25
Got a bag full of green shit now wheres the blunt?
Snuk in through the back nigga, now where’s the front?
Dropped out in the 8th grade, got money 8 ways8
Yo ma fuck it I got shit to do
So all you hatin ass niggas thought that I would last
the inspirations on the way so you can kiss my ass!
I grew up a fucking screw-up
Got introduced to the game, to the game then fucking blew up
I grew up a fucking screw-up
Got introduced to the game, to the game then fucking blew up
I’mma be all the way real with this, look
When I came into the game they ain’t do nothing but doubt me
Now the whole game’s changed and it ain’t nothing without me
Picking up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown
Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that down
I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys
And five course meals, no more Popeye’s and Blimpie’s
From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions
From hanging on the block to throwing parties in the Hamptons
From, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought a
Plane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTA
From dice on the curb to stacking up chips, but harder
From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your
Women dawg I went from ashy to classy
Went from a, kiss on the cheek to doing the nasty
Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars
It’s not the hand that you’re dealt but how you’re playing your cardsBoy!