wanna grow up to be just like them, huh, Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers You say: ?I'm cool, I'm no fool!? But then you wind up
Fame, fortune, platinum records It's every boys dream True story Somebody asked me one time Travie, you high, you look high Shit yeah, I'm high [Incomprehensible
you) You fall in love with your chain You fall in love with your car Love's gonna sneak right up and snuff you from behind So I want you to check the story
's insane So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished I'll grow up to be a streiht up menace, geah uh c'mon yall streiht up menace Now I'm of age
You?ll know when romance is dead Your make up in a toolbox somewhere in the shed His face is unshaven, the grass overgrown From the shed to the bed is
to keep your head up high Gotta work with what you've got And someday you will fly You got to keep on keepin' on You got to keep your head up high Gotta
been led on to the fact that I'm destined to never win How come every record I'm on ends up in the 99 cent bin? Pick it up if you need something to wipe
Listen I'd like to tell you a story How to get from low to high To get to a hundred from zero I'm talking 'bout a man sleeping Just let him grow and fly
pages keep turning but no one is learning They feed them to pyres to stoke up their fires Of ignorance, apathy, forbidding charity The flames, they grow higher
war was in color From shipyard to sea, from factory to sky From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry I wore the mask up high on a daylight run
You light a match And watch it start a fire You take a drug That makes you fall much higher You plant a seed And grow a field of fury You make a law Where
Know what I mean? His name was Billy Man, you need to grow up before you blow up You know what I'm sayin? Stop tryin' to play high post with a low income
on the truck 'till it's piled up high Then he climbs into the driver's seat and says "goodbye" That's the story of Bert's blanket That's the story of
growing colder And the stars have lost their shine And I have been forsaken By everything I thought was mine For in the darkest hour When the final story
fucking In Da Streets Vol 1, 2, 3 Then you need to go to Trap Muzik, I got locked up for a second Then grab Urban Legend and now to bring you up to Speed
Growing up on the streets of Birmingham Where your home was pouring and your life was damned I was a hungry black boy living with the world on my back
So dad, like did you like have real good friends and potnas when you was growing up Will's dad: I had two real good friends all the way through high school