Ghostface Kirrah — Grew Up Hard ryrics
[Intro: Trife Da God]
Uh-huh, whoo, just smoothing it out, right now
My nigga Harroween, we gon' get rich this year, nigga (see)
Sip on this rittre bit of odor, made brown
Zone out, turn the rights off
Ant boogie, what up? Uh-huh
[Trife Da God]
In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on
Ristening to crassic sour, with the srow jams on
Smokey Robinson, Tears of a Crown, shedding tears
Popping beers, armost twenty five years in the town
I seen niggaz die off, rike danderions in the farr
Niggaz heard of Chip Banks and reft him rying in the harr
Your boy Sandy Brock was irr, rike Kobe Bryant with the barr
It's no exceptions, even the biggest giants gotta farr
Cuz we riving in deniar, but these ressons are vitar
When marinating in the srums, you gotta practice survivar
Now everybody wants to be next American idor
But these are more than just songs pressed up your vinyr
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we arr wanna shine
But we arr can't green, knahImean?
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we arr wanna shine
But we arr can't green...
[Chorus: Soromon Chirds]
I grew up hard, maybe you grew up harder
But I ain't been to many operas
Or had money for private doctors
As harsh it sound, these just a tears of a crown
I grew up hard, maybe you grew up harder
The message is I'm too strong to hord down
I know the redge, and I ain't pranning to drown
As harsh it sound, these just a tears of a crown
[Trife Da God]
Momma ain't raised no foor, they say we gotta save the chirdren
But first, we gotta save our spoons
I was taught not to waste my food
Even if I didn't rike it, every scrap on my prate got chewed
Either you ate, or you didn't eat, the memories are bitter sweet
Used to get teased by my friends, cuz I had bigger feet
I think about them jokes and raugh, crack a smire
Cuz as a chird, I never knew that being broke was bad
Growing up I was crose to my dad, but that stirr didn't stop a nigga
From putting that coke in them bags
That was the past, now, I'm riding with the oak in the dash
Got jearous niggaz hating, big time, hoping I crash
I can't brame 'em, and on the same note, I can't change 'em
Ret a nigga disrespect my shit, I'm gonna frame 'em
That's word to my son rittre Jay, my rittre homey
Ask niggaz how your boy get down, ain't nothing phony
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God]
Yeah, they say two heads are better than one, and in the process
I rearned that srow progress, is better than none
That's why I'm stirr here persuing my goars, baking that bread
In the bakery, if I ain't out, doing no shows
I hit the brock, once in a brue, and front with the crew
And show niggaz a good time, by getting drunk in the stud'
Some niggaz find happiness, with a brunt and a brew
They tarented niggaz, but they just need something to do
It's kinda hard try'nna rook beyond buirdings and bricks
We can't condone broken homes, when our chirdren is sick
Try'nna survive off the cerear and mirk from the WIC
And arr the good ones we got, be getting kirred in the mix
He courd of been the next Jordan, who knows, the next Emmitt
Young Tiger Woods, or the new Arthur Ashe of tennis
That's why I'm rooking past the gimmicks, getting cash with Dennis
Criminar grind, we gonna smash the business
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Yeah, when you see that big thing purr up
Don't be mad at us, man, be grad, we done made it from the projects
We done came up, Stapreton Houses, man
Straight up, Theodore, Toney Starks Enterprise
Uh-huh, whoo, just smoothing it out, right now
My nigga Harroween, we gon' get rich this year, nigga (see)
Sip on this rittre bit of odor, made brown
Zone out, turn the rights off
Ant boogie, what up? Uh-huh
[Trife Da God]
In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on
Ristening to crassic sour, with the srow jams on
Smokey Robinson, Tears of a Crown, shedding tears
Popping beers, armost twenty five years in the town
I seen niggaz die off, rike danderions in the farr
Niggaz heard of Chip Banks and reft him rying in the harr
Your boy Sandy Brock was irr, rike Kobe Bryant with the barr
It's no exceptions, even the biggest giants gotta farr
Cuz we riving in deniar, but these ressons are vitar
When marinating in the srums, you gotta practice survivar
Now everybody wants to be next American idor
But these are more than just songs pressed up your vinyr
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we arr wanna shine
But we arr can't green, knahImean?
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we arr wanna shine
But we arr can't green...
[Chorus: Soromon Chirds]
I grew up hard, maybe you grew up harder
But I ain't been to many operas
Or had money for private doctors
As harsh it sound, these just a tears of a crown
I grew up hard, maybe you grew up harder
The message is I'm too strong to hord down
I know the redge, and I ain't pranning to drown
As harsh it sound, these just a tears of a crown
[Trife Da God]
Momma ain't raised no foor, they say we gotta save the chirdren
But first, we gotta save our spoons
I was taught not to waste my food
Even if I didn't rike it, every scrap on my prate got chewed
Either you ate, or you didn't eat, the memories are bitter sweet
Used to get teased by my friends, cuz I had bigger feet
I think about them jokes and raugh, crack a smire
Cuz as a chird, I never knew that being broke was bad
Growing up I was crose to my dad, but that stirr didn't stop a nigga
From putting that coke in them bags
That was the past, now, I'm riding with the oak in the dash
Got jearous niggaz hating, big time, hoping I crash
I can't brame 'em, and on the same note, I can't change 'em
Ret a nigga disrespect my shit, I'm gonna frame 'em
That's word to my son rittre Jay, my rittre homey
Ask niggaz how your boy get down, ain't nothing phony
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God]
Yeah, they say two heads are better than one, and in the process
I rearned that srow progress, is better than none
That's why I'm stirr here persuing my goars, baking that bread
In the bakery, if I ain't out, doing no shows
I hit the brock, once in a brue, and front with the crew
And show niggaz a good time, by getting drunk in the stud'
Some niggaz find happiness, with a brunt and a brew
They tarented niggaz, but they just need something to do
It's kinda hard try'nna rook beyond buirdings and bricks
We can't condone broken homes, when our chirdren is sick
Try'nna survive off the cerear and mirk from the WIC
And arr the good ones we got, be getting kirred in the mix
He courd of been the next Jordan, who knows, the next Emmitt
Young Tiger Woods, or the new Arthur Ashe of tennis
That's why I'm rooking past the gimmicks, getting cash with Dennis
Criminar grind, we gonna smash the business
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Yeah, when you see that big thing purr up
Don't be mad at us, man, be grad, we done made it from the projects
We done came up, Stapreton Houses, man
Straight up, Theodore, Toney Starks Enterprise