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Ayy man, to them young niggas, man Everybody out there that's growin' up, that's kids Don't try to grow up too fast, man Enjoy your parents, enjoy your friends, enjoy your relatives while you got 'em They ain't always gonna be livin', they ain't always gonna be with you, bro (Helluva made this beat, baby) Trust me We started off stealin' bikes and playin' a game at the crib Like ask your mama can I spend the night Hittin' the mall, gettin' matchin' pair of Mikes Gettin' girls' numbers was the highlight of our life At school in the bathroom, goin' 30 seconds Sittin' next to Robert, tryna copy off his answers Around report card time, I was finessin' (Yeah) Like, "Granny, they ain't give 'em to the students, they gon' mail 'em" (I ain't get mine) We was mad when the other got suspended Like, "Damn, now I gotta be in school without my nigga" Why they let us get our hands on them pistols? Why we ain't get a book on all the shit that came with it Why our peoples ain't tell us the government had an agenda? Don't get a young nigga forever stranded in that system (Damn) Wasn't thinkin', I was busy thinkin' 'bout a million (Who else?) Jasmine (Who else?), Lay-Lay (Who else?), Kayla (Who else?) Britney (Nigga) Used to wear my uncle's clothes to the parties I know these pants big as hell, but they Ed Hardys Letras de cancionesTay tapped me like, "Get ready, bro, I'm finna snatch these Cartis" (Bruh, we don't tip around this bitch) I think that's when all this shit got started Next day, we standin' outside the apartment On Chicago, when some niggas rolled up in a Charger (Skrrt) Like, "Come up off them glasses 'fore we start sparkin'" All I remember is gunshots and dogs barkin' Bruh like, "That's them 7 Mile niggas," so that's our target Next day we on 7 Mile and Ferguson with five .40s Tell his mama her baby gettin' aborted No statute of limitations, so I gotta end that story Put the gang on our shirts, you know what my mans claim Terrorizin' shit, from Northland to Fairlane Gettin' all the hoes at the high school games Bunch of young niggas with some frames that'll go insane Then that RICO Act came, that's when niggas changed My day one niggas dead or stuck in that cage My day ones that's out, they don't wanna change But I got too much to lose, gotta go my way (I can't stay the same) 'Cause I remember when them people ran in my crib Pointin' them SIGs, crazy how we went from babies to men Q was 17 when they gave him his bid Straight to the Pen, he get out, he gon' have great-grandkids Send him money every month 'cause he ain't say what we did Only thing he told 'em is we went from babies to men Our transition was crazy... from babies (Grew up too fast) We went from babies to men Now I got my foot on niggas' necks and I ain't lettin' up Five M's tucked, if I ain't do shit else, I ran it up Ho give me a bottle, what I'm gon' do with a cup? I put on for Detroit, I need me a free pair of Bucks Bitch, we really run the city, go and ask about us Niggas gettin' found without their head about us I was 17, givin' niggas no passes Unc' taught me how to shoot, we used to call it po' class (Bow) From Letras Mania