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Ghostface Killah - Grew Up Hard lyrics
(feat. Solomon Childs, Trife Da God) [Intro: Trife Da God] Uh-huh, whoo, just smoothing it out, right now My nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich this year, nigga (see) Sip on this little bit of odor, made brown Zone out, turn the lights off Ant boogie, what up? Uh-huh [Trife Da God] In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on Listening to classic soul, with the slow jams on Smokey Robinson, Tears of a Clown, shedding tears Popping beers, almost twenty five years in the town I seen niggaz die off, like dandelions in the fall Niggaz heard of Chip Banks and left him lying in the hall Your boy Sandy Brock was ill, like Kobe Bryant with the ball It's no exceptions, even the biggest giants gotta fall Cuz we living in denial, but these lessons are vital When marinating in the slums, you gotta practice survival Now everybody wants to be next American idol But these are more than just songs pressed up your vinyl Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna shine But we all can't green, knahImean? Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna shine But we all can't green... [Chorus: Solomon Childs] I grew up hard, maybe you grew up harder But I ain't been to many operas Or had money for private doctors As harsh it sound, these just a tears of a clown I grew up hard, maybe you grew up harder The message is I'm too strong to hold down I know the ledge, and I ain't planning to drown As harsh it sound, these just a tears of a clown [Trife Da God] Momma ain't raised no fool, they say we gotta save the children But first, we gotta save our spoons I was taught not to waste my food Even if I didn't like it, every scrap on my plate got chewed Either you ate, or you didn't eat, the memories are bitter sweet Used to get teased by my friends, cuz I had bigger feet I think about them jokes and laugh, crack a smile Cuz as a child, I never knew that being broke was bad Growing up I was close to my dad, but that still didn't stop a nigga From putting that coke in them bags That was the past, now, I'm riding with the oak in the dash Got jealous niggaz hating, big time, hoping I crash I can't blame 'em, and on the same note, I can't change 'em Let a nigga disrespect my shit, I'm gonna flame 'em That's word to my son little Jay, my little homey Ask niggaz how your boy get down, ain't nothing phony [Chorus] [Trife Da God] Yeah, they say two heads are better than one, and in the process I learned that slow progress, is better than none That's why I'm still here persuing my goals, baking that bread In the bakery, if I ain't out, doing no shows I hit the block, once in a blue, and front with the crew And show niggaz a good time, by getting drunk in the stud' Some niggaz find happiness, with a blunt and a brew They talented niggaz, but they just need something to do It's kinda hard try'nna look beyond buildings and bricks We can't condone broken homes, when our children is sick Try'nna survive off the cereal and milk from the WIC And all the good ones we got, be getting killed in the mix He could of been the next Jordan, who knows, the next Emmitt Young Tiger Woods, or the new Arthur Ashe of tennis That's why I'm looking past the gimmicks, getting cash with Dennis Criminal grind, we gonna smash the business [Chorus] [Outro:] Yeah, when you see that big thing pull up Don't be mad at us, man, be glad, we done made it from the projects We done came up, Stapleton Houses, man Straight up, Theodore, Toney Starks Enterprise. |
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