Blu, EXILE, Fashawn, Johaz - Growing Pains lyrics

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 PE class
One love to Big Lenny and DE slash

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

Cause everybody grows, and everybody knows
That time moves fast
I just want to make the good times last
You live and you learn

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 grit's 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
Brrrring, ch, ch
Chirping something something something
No, chill nigga, I'm working

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
Homey 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