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Growing Pains (Do It Again)
Lil' Fate
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Okay, I remember the days
High rises, low lips, demons, Steven and Fays
Choo-slidos and BK go across the days
High-tech boots spray painted with your names
T-shirts airbrushed and red the same
The carry bone chains
One go with your initials
Harry's photos, boot shots, can you remember?
Barry told his bitch go to the prom and died
Didn't lie, shot himself in the head with a 45
Wish he disobeyed, had no Clayton craze just to reiterate
Y'all, those was the days
For the invasions of haters, man
Kools from all around used to get down and true flavors
Bumping Kilo, rocking dad hats, cross color and Paco
While Playboy stepped and talent shows, prom night, tux and Kango was so cool
Fucking new model cars, we ride old school
It used to be all good when we played double dutch in the hood
On the softball team, I was swinging that wood
I remember eating Kool-Aid and sunflower seeds, jelly shoes, hair braided with a thousand bees
Mama sitting on the porch till the lights come on
And when I woke up in the morning and my bike was gone
I was sick to my stomach, couldn't eat for days
Sweeping beauty shops, even making minimal wage
Then I copped a 10 speed and got back on my feet
I brought back a girl sliding 20 deep in the street
We playing catch a boy, freak a boy, switching up the rules
A summertime slash party gets you in the pool
Ladies, if you feeling, holla back cause you with me
Shout my nigga Kia, Tony, Mac, Jay, Larry, Nicky
This for all them hood parking lots in every city
Ludacris face, lil face, shawty you with me
We trying so hard, hearts to survive
Cause even though we were young, had to stay strong
No matter what we went through, it was being my boo
And that's how it went, when we were here
I had a long time but no silver, no gold or black
I was simply red from the years I've been holding back
With two sides to a book, I licked stamps and light matches
Set fires in garbage pails and cabbage patches
A child of the corn, been wild since I was born
Climbing over barbed wire, clothes got torn
Shoes got muddy and my clique turned cruddy
Wherever I go, they went, they were cruddy
I fresh teeth, brushed naps and cold streets
Dreaming of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats
Cats with gold teeth and raps with such peace
Max with no creasing, some sacks of green
When I loaded my cap gun, I was ready for action
Staring at beer cans in the moment, I'm crack one
Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys
And be with the people making all that got to remember
Watches, eyes, art, berries, Levi, denims, dry-eyed Jerry
Back when the girls wore striped chick jeans, with straight leg leaves on, sewn at the seams
The Sando paint was all good if your head banged
As long as you was riding, you ain't need the hair game
And even back then, chicks were starving to touch status
You either had a car, they were Jordan and kept static
Old school homies did nothing but block ran
Staying gone off the OD and pop vans
Mama had to monitor the niggas you hung around
To the point where you came in the house when they come around
My dad was dead, so these streets had to raise me
And even back in 1983, shit was crazy
Young black bro, drug beer slow
It's good to kick my ass out of school
But we were trying so hard, hearts to survive
Cause even though we were young, had to stay strong
No matter what we went through, it was being my boo
And that's how it went, when we were here
We were trying so hard, hearts to survive
Cause even though we were young, had to stay strong
No matter what we went through, it was being my boo
And that's how it went, when we were here
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