How I Grew Up (feat. Polo G)
(Banger)
(Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
We had to rob and beat the buckets 'cause we ain't had shit
My bougie family seen us as all the bad kids
This just how I grew up, I wasn't your average
Daddy wasn't there, so the streets made me a savage
This just how I grew up
Signs and shit we threw up
I got used to shootouts
We ditched school to boot up
Smoke an opp, now who up?
I got rich, now who up?
Now everybody knеw us
They ain't nеver knew us
The floors was hard to sleep on
Tryna fuck my cousin's cousin, we was tryna get our freak on
We played house up in the crib
Put down traps in every corner to catch the mouse up in the crib
Eat ramen noodles in the house, it's like Roc South up in the crib
My house was the trap house
I let the guys in through the back, my OG let 'em back out
I let my bitch in through the back, I was tryna blow her back out
I live what I rap 'bout
Blow thirty as I back out
They must wanna die now
This just how I blew up
All these bitches ain't wanna fuck before a nigga blew up
If it's war, then it's war, tell them niggas, "Suit up"
Now a nigga got some money, they say I'm doin' too much
They say I'm doin' too much
We had to rob and beat the buckets 'cause we ain't had shit
My bougie family seen us as all the bad kids
This just how I grew up, I wasn't your average
Daddy wasn't there, so the streets made me a savage
This just how I grew up
Signs and shit we threw up
I got used to shootouts
We ditched school to boot up
Smoke an opp, now who up?
I got rich, now who up?
Now everybody knew us
They ain't never knew us
I grew up a screw up, watch them boys who you trust
Close the door at mama house, I call the bops to chew up
Coupe all white like Ku Klux, I'm rollin' with my shooters
Bitches fuckin' with the opps again, look how they do us, uh
Shots fired, we was totin' Berettas, my homie died, I got a vendetta
Switch on the back, so it clap a lil' better
My side ain't sunny, better grab an umbrella
Drug money to just copped Margielas
Would've thought my block got better
Show too much love to the streets
She'll steal your heart if you let her
Nah, it ain't no rainbows, I'm from where they bang poles
I don't care if it's heaven or hell, take me where the gang go, uh
I remember we was steppin' on shells and I rock the same clothes, uh
Got it out the mud, can't you tell? Diamonds and my chain gold, uh
We had to rob and beat the buckets 'cause we ain't had shit
My bougie family seen us as all the bad kids
This just how I grew up, I wasn't your average
Daddy wasn't there, so the streets made me a savage
This just how I grew up
Signs and shit we threw up
I got used to shootouts
We ditched school to boot up
Smoke an opp, now who up?
I got rich, now who up?
Now everybody knew us
They ain't never knew us
(Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
We had to rob and beat the buckets 'cause we ain't had shit
My bougie family seen us as all the bad kids
This just how I grew up, I wasn't your average
Daddy wasn't there, so the streets made me a savage
This just how I grew up
Signs and shit we threw up
I got used to shootouts
We ditched school to boot up
Smoke an opp, now who up?
I got rich, now who up?
Now everybody knеw us
They ain't nеver knew us
The floors was hard to sleep on
Tryna fuck my cousin's cousin, we was tryna get our freak on
We played house up in the crib
Put down traps in every corner to catch the mouse up in the crib
Eat ramen noodles in the house, it's like Roc South up in the crib
My house was the trap house
I let the guys in through the back, my OG let 'em back out
I let my bitch in through the back, I was tryna blow her back out
I live what I rap 'bout
Blow thirty as I back out
They must wanna die now
This just how I blew up
All these bitches ain't wanna fuck before a nigga blew up
If it's war, then it's war, tell them niggas, "Suit up"
Now a nigga got some money, they say I'm doin' too much
They say I'm doin' too much
We had to rob and beat the buckets 'cause we ain't had shit
My bougie family seen us as all the bad kids
This just how I grew up, I wasn't your average
Daddy wasn't there, so the streets made me a savage
This just how I grew up
Signs and shit we threw up
I got used to shootouts
We ditched school to boot up
Smoke an opp, now who up?
I got rich, now who up?
Now everybody knew us
They ain't never knew us
I grew up a screw up, watch them boys who you trust
Close the door at mama house, I call the bops to chew up
Coupe all white like Ku Klux, I'm rollin' with my shooters
Bitches fuckin' with the opps again, look how they do us, uh
Shots fired, we was totin' Berettas, my homie died, I got a vendetta
Switch on the back, so it clap a lil' better
My side ain't sunny, better grab an umbrella
Drug money to just copped Margielas
Would've thought my block got better
Show too much love to the streets
She'll steal your heart if you let her
Nah, it ain't no rainbows, I'm from where they bang poles
I don't care if it's heaven or hell, take me where the gang go, uh
I remember we was steppin' on shells and I rock the same clothes, uh
Got it out the mud, can't you tell? Diamonds and my chain gold, uh
We had to rob and beat the buckets 'cause we ain't had shit
My bougie family seen us as all the bad kids
This just how I grew up, I wasn't your average
Daddy wasn't there, so the streets made me a savage
This just how I grew up
Signs and shit we threw up
I got used to shootouts
We ditched school to boot up
Smoke an opp, now who up?
I got rich, now who up?
Now everybody knew us
They ain't never knew us
Credits
Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Taurus Bartlett, Isaiah Dukes
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