Growing Up - Turk, Christina, Mickey

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