Different Worlds Big Twins
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[Verse 1: Big Twins & The Alchemist]
Yo, I grew up in the projects of QBC
I grew up in the lap of luxury where shit was love for me
I used to watch Sesame Street
I used to watch the D's play the street
Plus I couldn't wait to squeeze my first heat
I used to pray to God before I went to sleep every night
Same time, I was kissing them dice, hitting my number twice
Holding hammers with the heat, I was nice
Same time, I was popping cap guns on BMX bikes
With grass stains on my jeans and scuffed up Nikes
I was like 'fuck school, I ain't going to class'
Easy money in the street, I was rolling with that
Never good at math but I knew how to add up cash
I used to win at spelling bees, my education was proper
My family wanted me to become a lawyer or doctor
I was a smooth talker, back in those days, I was a moonwalker
With a picture of my shorty inside of my school locker
[Chorus: Big Twins & The (Alchemist)]
I never had shit (I always had it all)
We used to play with guns (We used to play ball)
I used to pump crack (In school, I paid attention)
I was a hard head (I used to always listen)
We turned bitches out (I used to love them hoes)
We wore hand-me-downs (I always had new clothes)
I used to stay bent (I couldn't hold my liquor)
It's kinda bugged out (Two different stories in one picture)
Yo, I grew up in the projects of QBC
I grew up in the lap of luxury where shit was love for me
I used to watch Sesame Street
I used to watch the D's play the street
Plus I couldn't wait to squeeze my first heat
I used to pray to God before I went to sleep every night
Same time, I was kissing them dice, hitting my number twice
Holding hammers with the heat, I was nice
Same time, I was popping cap guns on BMX bikes
With grass stains on my jeans and scuffed up Nikes
I was like 'fuck school, I ain't going to class'
Easy money in the street, I was rolling with that
Never good at math but I knew how to add up cash
I used to win at spelling bees, my education was proper
My family wanted me to become a lawyer or doctor
I was a smooth talker, back in those days, I was a moonwalker
With a picture of my shorty inside of my school locker
[Chorus: Big Twins & The (Alchemist)]
I never had shit (I always had it all)
We used to play with guns (We used to play ball)
I used to pump crack (In school, I paid attention)
I was a hard head (I used to always listen)
We turned bitches out (I used to love them hoes)
We wore hand-me-downs (I always had new clothes)
I used to stay bent (I couldn't hold my liquor)
It's kinda bugged out (Two different stories in one picture)
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