Growing Pains

[Verse 1: Johaz]
 Yo, yo, nappy headed snot nose
 Lawn full of potholes
 Grew up in the town where your shoes called zapatos
 Was a skinny nigga so the people call me flaco
 My older cousin Reggie was my only other honcho
 Every Sunday morning we would go to the mercado
 Piece of (?) of soda and some fifty cent tacos
 Buy us that Tijuana with the rats and cukarachos
 Headed across the border, with my mom to her trabajo
 This to my brother Pablo, can't break the bond with you and I
 Held a nigga down from pre-school to junior high
 Never had a lot but always comin' through when do or die
 Always had a smile but on the inside, you would cry
 Always told use my mind, the world is your canvas
 Moved in '94, the same year as Illmatic
 Then back to the block with John in elastic
 The way he lost his life in that car it was tragic
 Tried to understand it, still can't get a grip
 7 years later niggas still don't give a shit
 Down to bend a knee thankin God that we here to live
 Barely in our scenes havin' dreams that we gettin' rich
 Always knew the boy could spit, niggas call me Battlestar
 Learned most of my game from the routes of Mt. Agalar
 Still the fastest in my P.E. class
 One love to Big Lenny and D.E. Slash
 [Verse 2: Fashawn]
 There was once two brothers of the same breed
 The same type, wore each other's Nikes
 Tighter than tube socks, even dressed alike
 Any drama throw the gloves on, let 'em fight
 In the backyard, or the front lawn
 Meet little Corey, and young Shawn
 Before puberty hit, the two of 'em skipped-
 School on the usual tip, polluted the strip
 Corey's mom always left weed around the house
 Corey called Shawn, next thing you know, he sneakin' out
 To help him with his hustle, on his daily route
 Until one day, they ran into a scuffle
 With some young'n's from the other side
 Corey didn't make it, Shawn survived
 But his lost his best friend in the midst of bullets flying
 Hard to even smile but he's tryin'
 But... you know what they say...
 [Hook: Fashawn]
 Cause everybody grows, and everybody knows
 That time moves fast, I just want to make the good times last;
 You live and you learn
 [Verse 3: Blu]
 I already got that swisher rolled
 Gangsta boogie to the liquor store
 Puttin young Ach on shit, a kid who shouldn't know
 (?) Waitress, kissin on your sisters nose
 Meetin Martell at the mall, just to hook a ho
 (?) on the box where my pops pushed the night
 Cookin' white, sidekick was grits and sugared rice
 Hooded nights at the cypher, round table no mic
 Like, "you ain't know 'Get Like Me'?", no dice
 Hide-and-seek with a fly freak, shy like a geek
 Gettin' credit fora kiss on the cheek
 You ain't beat
 Gettin' beats from the motif
 Pass on the Casio
 Wanted that one and a mil', before Casio
 Always had a savvy flow, back when it was cavi-
 So Cali cause I roll in a Caddy
 Said, "fully I be feelin' that hood, G"
 Still hold cold since that one ho pushed me
 Come on, how could he?
 A rookie still buildin' up my memory stats
 Black, my phone got stole, give me three years then hear me back
 Brrrrrring, ch, ch
 Chirping something something something
 No, chill nigga, I'm working
 [Verse 4: Exile]
 Yo, pornos in the range-range
 Hidden for the main vein
 Took 'em from Pop's stash, then after made pot ash
 Listening to King T
 40's on empty
 Memories of times before the 2000MP
 Heart was never empty
 Pockets super empty
 Beggin' for change to fill his stomach on empty
 Times were more more simply
 Face was too pimply
 But still hittin chicks -
 Young, dumb, off of rum
 No condom on some stupid shit
 And love on some Cupid shit
 Pure heart, fell in love with many of these stupid chicks
 But that's how it go though
 Only snorting No-Doz
 Car-hoppin' stealing everything, alarm would ring
 Run before one time spotted us
 Dumb shit we hold very deep inside the heart of us...
 [Hook]