Fashawn - Growing Pains lyrics

[Verse 1: Johaz] Yo, yo, nappy headed snot nose Lawn full of potholes Grew up in the town where your shoes called zapatos Was a skinny n***a so the people call me flaco My older cousin Reggie was my only other honcho Every Sunday morning we would go to the mercado Piece of (?) of soda and some fifty cent tacos Buy us that Tijuana with the rats and cukarachos Headed across the border, with my mom to her trabajo This to my brother Pablo, can't break the bond with you and I Held a n***a down from pre-school to junior high Never had a lot but always comin' through when do or die Always had a smile but on the inside, you would cry Always told use my mind, the world is your canvas Moved in '94, the same year as Illmatic Then back to the block with John in elastic The way he lost his life in that car it was tragic Tried to understand it, still can't get a grip 7 years later n***as still don't give a sh** Down to bend a knee thankin God that we here to live Barely in our scenes havin' dreams that we gettin' rich Always knew the boy could spit, n***as call me Battlestar Learned most of my game from the routes of Mt. Agalar Still the fastest in my P.E. cla** One love to Big Lenny and D.E. Slash [Verse 2: Fashawn] There was once two brothers of the same breed The same type, wore each other's Nikes Tighter than tube socks, even dressed alike Any drama throw the gloves on, let 'em fight In the backyard, or the front lawn Meet little Corey, and young Shawn Before puberty hit, the two of 'em skipped- School on the usual tip, polluted the strip Corey's mom always left weed around the house Corey called Shawn, next thing you know, he sneakin' out To help him with his hustle, on his daily route Until one day, they ran into a scuffle With some young'n's from the other side Corey didn't make it, Shawn survived But his lost his best friend in the midst of bullets flying Hard to even smile but he's tryin' But... you know what they say... [Hook: Fashawn] Cause everybody grows, and everybody knows That time moves fast, I just want to make the good times last; You live and you learn [Verse 3: Blu] I already got that swisher rolled Gangsta boogie to the liquor store Puttin young Ach on sh**, a kid who shouldn't know (?) Waitress, kissin on your sisters nose Meetin Martell at the mall, just to hook a ho (?) on the box where my pops pushed the night Cookin' white, sidekick was grits and sugared rice Hooded nights at the cypher, round table no mic Like, "you ain't know 'Get Like Me'?", no dice Hide-and-seek with a fly freak, shy like a geek Gettin' credit fora kiss on the cheek You ain't beat Gettin' beats from the motif Pa** on the Casio Wanted that one and a mil', before Casio Always had a savvy flow, back when it was cavi- So Cali cause I roll in a Caddy Said, "fully I be feelin' that hood, G" Still hold cold since that one ho pushed me Come on, how could he? A rookie still buildin' up my memory stats Black, my phone got stole, give me three years then hear me back Brrrrrring, ch, ch Chirping something something something No, chill n***a, I'm working [Verse 4: Exile] Yo, p**nos in the range-range Hidden for the main vein Took 'em from Pop's stash, then after made pot ash Listening to King T 40's on empty Memories of times before the 2000MP Heart was never empty Pockets super empty Beggin' for change to fill his stomach on empty Times were more more simply Face was too pimply But still hittin chicks - Young, dumb, off of rum No condom on some stupid sh** And love on some Cupid sh** Pure heart, fell in love with many of these stupid chicks But that's how it go though Homey snorting No-Doz Car-hoppin' stealing everything, alarm would ring Run before one time spotted us Dumb sh** we hold very deep inside the heart of us... [Hook]