Fate Wilson - Growing Pains lyrics

[Fate Wilson] Okay, I remember the days High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades Troops, Lottos, and BKs, those was the days Hi-tec boots spray painted witcha names T-shirts airbrushed that read the same Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial Harris Photos, group shots, can you remember? Barry him told his b**h go to the prom and die Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5 When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed Just to reiterate dog those was the days Fo' the invasions of haters, man crews from all around Used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin Key Lo Rockin Damage, Cross Colour and Paco While playboys stepped in talent shows Prom night, tux and Kangol was so cool f** them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school) [Hook: Keon Bryce] We were tryin so hard Hard to survive Cause even though we were young We had to stay strong No matter what we went through It was me and my crew And that's how it went When we were kids [Fate Wilson] In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown Hamwood and Diplomats Played with Transformers, G.I. Joe's and Thundercats We was lovin' that Before they started jackin jacks For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through College Park after dark, Crown Victorias police unmarked cars Be aware, Wayne Williams was out there, but we ain't care Kids was gettin stabbed and ditched out there too busy playin Double dare ya touch shorty on the a**, that's a bet Want your Kool-Aid and sugar, smack your hands and say "sweat" It's mine now place it in my Louis Vuitton pouch Thump a n***a on his knuckles make him say ouch Slouch socks, box Chevy Caprice Hot Niss, cut da whole Disturbin' Tha Peace Wit no conscience, broke n***as call 'em non cents No comments, it's Lil' Fate payin homage to College Park [Hook] [Ludacris] I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back With two sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches And set fires in garbage pails and cabbage patches A child of the corn been wild since I was born Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn Shoes got muddy and my clique turned cruddy Wherever I go they went they my buddies I brush teeth, brush naps and calm streets Dreamin' of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for action Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys And be with the people makin all that got damn noise, man [Hook] - repeat 2X