[Verse 1: Sadhu]
Grow up to be real, streets need it
Concealed identities
So cleverly spilled like Cognac
For niggas entities, pills
They pop just to simmer down pain
People flock lanes, thrills
So cheap it's like crack on it's own thing
I range, no rove on my plane
Over ya enclove, I want that fame in my name
So light ya stove top
Shorty say she rock to my hip hop in the parking lot
Where they wager rocks
Cops on the hot patrol to lock kids up in the hole slot
This ain't rapper's genesis
The evidence is niggas sitting ice cold in decadence
Cohiba blunt wraps to max the mass confusion of facts
But deep down the Hill they got niggas packing Gats
Nigga
Fuck ya dilemma, nigga
I got own probs, no props to rappers tryna rap
From a box, double stuffed till I'm let loose
Fuse the blunt leaf with the brew
Watch the world undo and take two
Growing up real got me chill like you
Grow up to be real, streets need it
Concealed identities
So cleverly spilled like Cognac
For niggas entities, pills
They pop just to simmer down pain
People flock lanes, thrills
So cheap it's like crack on it's own thing
I range, no rove on my plane
Over ya enclove, I want that fame in my name
So light ya stove top
Shorty say she rock to my hip hop in the parking lot
Where they wager rocks
Cops on the hot patrol to lock kids up in the hole slot
This ain't rapper's genesis
The evidence is niggas sitting ice cold in decadence
Cohiba blunt wraps to max the mass confusion of facts
But deep down the Hill they got niggas packing Gats
Nigga
Fuck ya dilemma, nigga
I got own probs, no props to rappers tryna rap
From a box, double stuffed till I'm let loose
Fuse the blunt leaf with the brew
Watch the world undo and take two
Growing up real got me chill like you
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