Childhood
My life has been real good, no I ain't gonna lie
And whenever I get into trouble I stay determined and I try
And whenever I make a decision they always start asking me why
And when I am I'm feeling low I always go, life is way too good to die
It is way too good to die
When I am leaving I don't say goodbye
I am way too stubborn I swear to god I can never ever admit when I'm not right
Swear to god it's like a vibe
Spitting that heat every time that I rhyme
Right through the hood, I mean childhood, so why don't you all come along for the ride
I remember back in school
I was the kid that acted fool
While all those kids were acting cool
And all those bullies acted cruel
I was the misfit who broke all the rules
The Hi-C keep hitting way better than Juice
They tried to get rid of me but I done grew
The way that I blew, a bomb with a fuse
They told me I would grow up to be like a better man
Peter Pan, but I never wanna grow that's Neverland
Scheming in my basement, tryna come up with a better plan
Tryna pass my classes, asked the teacher for a better chance
Do you get my messaging?
When you writing like George Jefferson but looking like you never did
Running through the hallways tryna get a lesson in
Always girls I tried to give my first impressions with
I was on that bus though, fore I ever cussed though
Fore the chains and VVS's ever got a bust though
Fore a girl would ever talk to me or give me hugs though
Fore the grind and paparazzi ever gave me buzz though
Back again on field trips, that was like a real trip
Bumping songs on radios I only had a feel with
Music was the answer to the issues I ain't deal with
Now look at Brett Reef, older now, in the building
Started in the game when I was 7, huh
Always hated 7-Up, but I was always seven up
When I had a beat, I always killed it, left it severed up
Making everybody flee when I switch the levels up
Pedals up, I was going ape, tryna pry, mate
Whether it was clout chasing, always changed the climate
Back in the days, 2, 4, 6, 8
I was the one they appreciate
I could never see the way
Spinning like a CD tray
They told me I'd be nothing, huh
But look at me, I'm something, huh
I leave them haters running, huh
Oh, now it's not so funny, huh
Fatherhood the real hood
Motherhood the real hood
Brotherhood the real hood
And childhood the real hood
And whenever I get into trouble I stay determined and I try
And whenever I make a decision they always start asking me why
And when I am I'm feeling low I always go, life is way too good to die
It is way too good to die
When I am leaving I don't say goodbye
I am way too stubborn I swear to god I can never ever admit when I'm not right
Swear to god it's like a vibe
Spitting that heat every time that I rhyme
Right through the hood, I mean childhood, so why don't you all come along for the ride
I remember back in school
I was the kid that acted fool
While all those kids were acting cool
And all those bullies acted cruel
I was the misfit who broke all the rules
The Hi-C keep hitting way better than Juice
They tried to get rid of me but I done grew
The way that I blew, a bomb with a fuse
They told me I would grow up to be like a better man
Peter Pan, but I never wanna grow that's Neverland
Scheming in my basement, tryna come up with a better plan
Tryna pass my classes, asked the teacher for a better chance
Do you get my messaging?
When you writing like George Jefferson but looking like you never did
Running through the hallways tryna get a lesson in
Always girls I tried to give my first impressions with
I was on that bus though, fore I ever cussed though
Fore the chains and VVS's ever got a bust though
Fore a girl would ever talk to me or give me hugs though
Fore the grind and paparazzi ever gave me buzz though
Back again on field trips, that was like a real trip
Bumping songs on radios I only had a feel with
Music was the answer to the issues I ain't deal with
Now look at Brett Reef, older now, in the building
Started in the game when I was 7, huh
Always hated 7-Up, but I was always seven up
When I had a beat, I always killed it, left it severed up
Making everybody flee when I switch the levels up
Pedals up, I was going ape, tryna pry, mate
Whether it was clout chasing, always changed the climate
Back in the days, 2, 4, 6, 8
I was the one they appreciate
I could never see the way
Spinning like a CD tray
They told me I'd be nothing, huh
But look at me, I'm something, huh
I leave them haters running, huh
Oh, now it's not so funny, huh
Fatherhood the real hood
Motherhood the real hood
Brotherhood the real hood
And childhood the real hood
Credits
Writer(s): Brett Kempter
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