Turk - Growing Up lyrics

[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 the family, ya get sprayed wit a mac, laid flat My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin Me and brother didn't like the way my mother was copin So we promised to get my momma out Betta car, betta house And if daddy ain't gettin sh** togetha, f** it, a betta spouse I know what this ghetto bout, I live that life No heat, no light at the crib at night Stay strapped, gat attached next to my ribs at night Cause them fiends'll try to steal yo life Muthaf**a this Chicago Everything I live for, I die for Cash Money the click I'll ride for Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn't f**in wit me Now the whole workld in love wit Mickey Cash Money Millionaires n***a [Hook: Turk] Growing up was hard in them project bricks I ain't gone even lie dawg I ain't neva had sh** It was hard dawg wit out a father figure Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall n***a [Christina] n***a I'm from city where n***as gang bang and sh** Up on the corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and sh** I tote em quick and make chickens get over Tha first b**h in my gone get knocked the f** over sh** 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 the elbow Rock Fenni, b**hes envy me up in the ghetto Slimmy's pack simmy's, squeeze 50 in the ghetto Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart Hit the roach, don't smoke, it'll have you senseless in the ghetto Cuz n***as will beat you senseless in the ghetto I'm glad I moved my mom to the ponds, out the palms of the ghetto True divas neva settle for the ghetto Come on, and that's real Cash Money n***a [Hook] [Turk] Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard Couldn't keep up wit the Jones, cuz we didn't have funds In the summer it was hot, cuz we didn't have air Daddy wasn't even around like he didn't even care I ain't gon' lie, sometimes I used to get pissed off At my momma like it was her fault but it wasn't at all Used to keep a pair of tennis for at least six months When they got scuffed up, we just patched 'em up Had to be inside early, yeah I punched the 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 sh** all f**ed up Times was heard for me dawg growin up [Hook]