| Age 1 almost died, age 2 in the ghetto
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| Age 3 seen a nigga get popped by the metal
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| Age 4, just the same as 5
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| Trying to dry mami eyes
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| Can’t forget about 6
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| That’s when crack hit
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| My city extra hard, my aunty extra hard (uhuh)
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| And these extra bars, hit me extra hard (damn)
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| Can’t forget about pops, he was out that year (uhuh)
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| Had no santa, he was out that year (no santa)
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| Had no plan of being out that year
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| Just happened he was out that year
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| Gods plan, damn
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| And age 7 ain’t get much better
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| My sister here, but we get less chetter
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| So how that work like
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| Age 8 (Age 8), 8 apartment (8 apartment)
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| Never knew that I’d be selling eights
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| Just wait
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| Age 9 (Age 9), just starting to get my grind on
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| Plus I get my rhyme on
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| I swear we’ll make it outta here
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| Mama, it’s been 20 long years
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| We been going through our ups and downs
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| But I know we gonna make it out
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| Somehow, we’ll make it outta here
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| Mama, it’s been 20 long years
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| We been going through our ups and downs
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| But I know we gonna make it out
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| Age 10 that was 92, chillin' with them grimey dudes
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| Learning how to be a man from what Free and Ronny do
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| And watching my mommy too
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| That’s my father figure — «Where your father nigga? |
| «He around somewhere
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| Now I’m 11 and 7−11 games
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| Of being talked to a grown man in a childs frame (I'm just a kid)
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| It’s like a childs mind that was elevated (I was smart)
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| Or like a grown mans mind that diselevated (haha)
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| That’s why I celebrated
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| When I moved out of my hood
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| To another hood that was less hood (Hell to The Law)
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| My childhood was diseased at 12
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| The grown man would unleash himself
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| And I’m here
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| And 13 was the craziest year
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| I fucked around and meet Amy what year (goddamn)
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| A young nigga, I was stuckin' already
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| Wildin' out, I was fuckin already
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| And shortly after
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| 14, my introduction to manhood
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| This man stood on his own 2 like a man should
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| And when they told me grandma passed away
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| I cried the whole day, but smiled the next day
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| Cause, I knew I had an angel watching over me
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| Even though it’s cold of me
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| It’s the way it’s supposed to be
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| In gods plans
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| 15, young man done been in many fights
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| 15, young man spend many hungry nights
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| 16, half a 32, now I got a 32
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| It’s highschool now, niggas wanna murder you
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| You gotta stay on your toes
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| And gotta pray on you foes
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| I’m 17 now, making the dough
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| Makin it slow (Slow money)
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| Well, slower than Scarface
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| But, alot faster than the paperboy
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| What you niggas hate me for
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| Cause I’m only 18 on Jamn and the courts
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| By the age of 19, man speed had me out of the Bean
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| And this is international love, I’m moving records now
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| It’s been around 20 years, and I’m respected now
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| And I’m expected now
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| To put the Bean on the map
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| I’m 21 and I’m leaning on back
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| Life, my daughters here, that’s the meaning of that
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| It’s 22 years |