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There, there baby, it's just 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
Famous footwear me
Not to blow up but sure enough
Cause I f-cking lazy
If teachers thought I was dumb or crazy, or
With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I
In my chair, in my braids, my hair 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 a dude can't prove
I fair, I was damn near invisible at school
So I banged for a cause all my n-ggas was crippin'
Just me and two of my dudes, blue man
Had dreams of doing things they you can't do
Cause everything aint black and white, you chew bamboo
So I was after big like a toucan dude?
All the while my asking why I'm chewing at school
She

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

[Kendrick Lamar - 3]
Living my life like I'm right in the midst of a fire pit
The gang banging and the violence is the song
In a room the heart of a violin
Don't my patience, I'm waiting
To kill a man as I stare at the fan
As a fan of wicked streets
If I gotta eat, I steal like a peice
now, f-ck the police
I'm dealing my with jokers on 'em
You can him or stone him
I'm throwin' them rocks back with a flurry of
You couldn't live your life for the
I'm foaming at the mouth I'm as sharp as the teeth showing
I'm in the back of a Buick, finna black out like February
Ay, thats how blacks do it
I cut off my ears before I hear your and vice versa
I'm screaming for help as as I can but thats not working
I'm working them corners like
Then cut a L on my first
The judge the book at me than said this