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There, baby, it's just textbook stuff
in the ABC of growing up
There, there baby, it's just stuff
in the ABC of growing up

[XV - 1]
Yeah, women raised me
footwear paid me
Not enough to blow up but sure
Cause I aint lazy
If thought I was dumb or crazy, or both
With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I
In my chair, in my braids, my wasn't waves
Being fly was priority to the
I stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way
The dead society of a
Homie I'm focused but thats something that a can't prove
I mean fair, I was near invisible at school
So I banged for a cause all my n-ggas was crippin'
me and two of my dudes, blue man group
Had dreams of doing things they said you do
Cause everything aint black and white, unless you bamboo
So I was after big bills a toucan dude?
All the while my mamma asking why I'm chewing at
She

[XV - 2]
So why I aint go to
My mammas ultimatum made me say that I I got it
My n-ggas D's buggin'
Stay on computer software de-buggin'
But we holding hardware we thuggin'
Now they in the house with some guns they dun borrowed
And all this snow, I it empty sorrow
With to reach the end even if I had to start slow
Sold CD's in the mall making dough like
Then I left the hood, like it, don't need the cargo
They banking out on you well, and I mean Fargo
But if you leave somehow it try to follow
Baby brother a charge hotter than Lebron and Rondo
Tryna keep his head up his eyes are in the bible
Cause they say your mind is idol, it's a devils toy
My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his
I told him sit down, information is vital

[Kendrick - Verse 3]
Living my life like I'm living right in the midst of a pit
The gang banging and the violence is the song
In a room with the heart of a
violate my patience, I'm waiting
To kill a man as I at the celiing fan
As a fan of wicked streets
If I gotta eat, I steal like a peice
Screaming now, f-ck the
I'm dealing my with jokers on 'em
You can him or stone him
I'm them rocks back with a flurry of bullets
You couldn't your life for the moment
When I'm foaming at the I'm as sharp as the teeth showing
I'm in the back of a black Buick, finna black out February
Ay, how blacks do it right?
I cut off my ears I hear your advice and vice versa
I'm screaming for help as loud as I can but thats not
I'm them corners like Blueprints
Then cut a L on my offence
The judge threw the book at me than said