Growing Up Lyrics - Mickey

Growing Up 

(feat. Mickey And 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 tha family, ya get sprayed wit a mac 

Laid flat 

My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin 

Me and brother didn't like tha way my mother was (?) 

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 tha 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 tha click I'll ride for 

Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn't fuckin wit me 

Now tha whole workld in love wit Mickey 

Cash Money Millionaires nigga 

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[Hook(Turk)] 

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 

[Christina] 

Nigga I'm from city where niggaz gang bang and shit 

Up on tha corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit 

I tote em quick and make chickens get over 

Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked tha 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 tha elbow 

Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in tha ghetto 

Slimmy's pack simmy's, squeeze 50 in tha ghetto 

Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart 

Hit tha roach, don't smoke, it'll have u senseless in tha ghetto 

Cuz niggaz will beat u senseless in tha ghetto 

I'm glad I moved my mom to tha ponds, out tha palms of tha ghetto 

True divas neva settle for tha ghetto 

Come on, and that's real Cash Money nigga 

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[Hook] 

[Turk] 

Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard 

Couldn't keep up wit tha Jones, cuz we didn't have funds 

In tha summer it was hot, cuz we didn't have air 

Daddy wasn't even around like he didn't even care 

I ain't gone lie, sometimes you to get pissed off 

At my momma like it was her fault but ir wasn't at all 

Used to keep a pair of tenny's for atleast 6 months 

When they got scuffed up, we just ploished em up 

Had to be inside early, yeah i punched tha 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 

[Hook]