Growing Pains - Ludacris, Fate Wilson, Keon Bryce

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 bitch 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

Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school)

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

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 ass, 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 nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch

Slouch socks, box Chevy Caprice

Hot Niss, cut da whole Disturbin' Tha Peace

Wit no conscience, broke niggas call 'em non cents

No comments, it’s Lil' Fate payin homage to College Park

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

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

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