Jeezy - Grew Up A Screw Up (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Notorious B.I.G. sample] "I grew up a f**ing screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then f**ing blew up" [Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample repeated] Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that's a product of they environment Whether getting money legally or ILLEGALLY We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man! Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby Got introduced to the game, I ain't took a breath yet Let's go! [Ludacris] Ever since I was an embryo, waiting to shape up and ship out Something in my brain said, "Wake up and kick out!" Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out Peace up, A-Town down and then I dipped out And oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out Somebody get him, the little n***a's out of control Put a little bit of rum in my bottle I'll dream about diamonds and gold Gold gold, to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent The essence of adolescence got my body feeling freshen Freshing freshing, and it was a blessing to rhyme and start rapping I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections Still the best but now I'm grown with more range than a Texan And I'm a heavyweight you n***as is lighter than my complexion [Hook] [Young Jeezy over the Hook] Luda! What up homie? CTE n***a! 8732, What it do? Jay double! Let's get it! [Young Jeezy] I grew up right here, round the corner from mailman And when the first came we was waitin' on the mailman What you mean it ain't right? You better go get the scale man I don't trust them anyway, You know them n***as'll tell man First they run up in your place, now your a** got a case Crooked a** judge send your a** out of space 8 by 6, now your a** out of place Your girl ran through your change, Now your a** out of pockets Speakin' of pockets, mines gots the mumps A quarter mil' for breakfast, now what's for lunch I got a bag full of green sh**, now where's the blunts Snuck in through the back n***a, now where's the front? Dropped out in the eighth grade, Got money eight ways Yo moms, f** it I got sh** to do Listen, all you hatin' a** n***as that thought that I wouldn't last The Inspiration on the way, ya'll can kiss my a** man [Hook] [Ludacris] I'mma be all the way real with this, look When I came into the game they ain't do nothing but doubt me Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nothing without me Picking up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that down I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys And five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpie's From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions From hanging on the block to throwing parties in the Hamptons From, broke as a joke to rich as a b**h, I bought a Plane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTA From dice on the curb to stacking up chips, but harder From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your Women dawg I went from ashy to cla**y Went from a, kiss on the cheek to doing the nasty Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playing your cards Boy! [Hook]