Grew Up A Screw Up

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!