Grew Up a Screw Up Trae tha Truth

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[Chorus: B.I.G. sample]
I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, to the game and fuckin blew up
I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, to the game and fuckin blew up
I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, to the game and fuckin blew up
I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, to the game and fuckin blew up

[Verse 1 - Trae]
I grew up a screw up to the best of my knowledge
I continue through out the streets, can't tell you shit about college
I chose my own path on a lonely road - to try an get paid
And pray to God me and my niggas will never have to lay in no grave
I never got to be like Mike, cause I ended up like my brother
Livin crazy in these streets, but an angel around my mother
Fascinated by the light in the night, and the money, and hoes
The clothes, and all the whips, and the diamonds - while they swangin on 4's
I got my first gun, headed for my first lick
My nigga switched it up and he was headed for his first brick
Either way that it went, we both was gon'try an get paid
And wasn't no way in hell they was gon'stick me with minimum age
It ain't take but thirty - seconds to make up my mind
And it took me by the dirt, and that took the side that I had to shine
And I was gon'get it whether it was legal or crime
I had to get a piece even if it lead me to doin some time