Growing Pains

[Verse I]
I remember the days hight rights low lefts even stevens and fades
Troops lottos and BK’s those was the days.
High tech boots spray painted with your names
T-shits air brushed they read the same
Thilck herring bone chain one gold with your initial
Harry’s photos group shots can you remember
Bury en tell this bitch to go to the prom and die
Didn’t le shot himself in the head with the 4-5
When she disobeyed had North Clayton crazed just to reiterate
Yall those was the days. For the invasion of haters crews
From all around you used to get down their true flavas
Bumpin kilo rockin damage, cross color and paco while
Playboy stepped in talent shows. Its prom night tux and
Kangol it’s so cool fuck new model cars we ridin ole school, ole school

[Hook]
Tryin so hard
So hard to survive
Eventhough we were young
We has 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

[Verse II]
In three months we stayed in Jamestown,
Hammond, Diplomats. Played with transformers, G-I Joes
and thundercats. We was lovin that before the starter jacket jacks
Fenokes from Red Oaks has folks scared to come through College Park
After dark, Crown Victorias, police unmarked cars beware Wayne
Williams was out there but we ain’t care kids were getting stabbed
And ditched out there too busy playin double dare touch shorty on the
Ass that’s a bet won’t you kool aid and sugar smack your hand and
Save sweat. It mine now why don’t you place it in my Louis Vuitton pouch
Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch. Slough socks, box
Chevy capris, hot niece cut the whole disturbing the peace with no conscience
Broke niggas call em nonsense no comments it’s Lil Fate payin homage to
College Park.

[Hook]

[Verse III]
I had long johns but no silver no gold or plat I was simply red from
The years I’d been holding 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 climbing over barbed wire
Clothes got torn, shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy wherever
I go they went they my buddies. I brush naps and comb streets dreamin
Of Cadillacs wood wheels and plush seats cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats
Macs with no griefs and some sacks fo green leaf. When I loaded my cap gun I was
Ready for action steering at beer cans and the moment to crack one. Wasn’t to hang with
All the big boys and play with the big toys and be with the people makin all the godamn noise man.