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g. twilight - grew up to be lyrics

[intro hook]
i know some money comin’ ’cause i feel my palms itchin’
mixin’ soda wit’ the cocaine on the stove in my kitchen
i want cash, cute girls in a fancy car
the little quiet church boy grew up to be a street star
i know some money comin’ ’cause i feel my palms itchin’
mixin’ soda wit’ the cocaine on the stove in my kitchen
i want cash, cute girls in a fancy car
the little quiet church boy grew up to be a street star

[hook]
i know some money comin’ ’cause i feel my palms itchin’
mixin’ soda wit’ the cocaine on the stove in my kitchen
i want cash, cute girls in a fancy car
the little quiet church boy grew up to be a street star
i know somе money comin’ ’cause i feel my palms itchin’
mixin’ soda wit’ the cocainе on the stove in my kitchen
i want cash, cute girls in a fancy car
the little quiet church boy grew up to be a street star

[verse 1]
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that little cheat code is burned in my memory
if you know, you know.. if you don’t, i won’t tell you
you had to be there i can’t tell you
born in the 80’s, grew up in the 90’s
even back then, the block was still grimmey
but yet and still, there was a code of ethics
even before i got in the game, i knew some street ethics
drug dealers back then would stop the ice cream truck
and let us get what we wanted off the ice cream truck
cartier frames, same year i was born
i used to love her, i cut her off in scorn
detroit, westside i was born in ’83
when i was five i saw coleman young cuss out bill bonds on tv
never know what i’m thinkin’ ’cause i always smile
would’ve been middle class of we lived ‘cross eight mile
[hook]
i know some money comin’ ’cause i feel my palms itchin’
mixin’ soda wit’ the cocaine on the stove in my kitchen
i want cash, cute girls in a fancy car
the little quiet church boy grew up to be a street star
i know some money comin’ ’cause i feel my palms itchin’
mixin’ soda wit’ the cocaine on the stove in my kitchen
i want cash, cute girls in a fancy car
the little quiet church boy grew up to be a street star

[verse 2]
wasn’t poor, but i grew up surrounded by poverty
skippin’ school wit’ my friends just to break the monotony
bein’ brown_skinned in middle school
i can tell you, back then, that sh_t wasn’t cool
i went from a zero
to a underworld hero
a deity in these detroit streets just like nero
every knee is bowin’, every tongue is confessin’
conducting my business from a trap wit’ a smith & wesson
i went from livin’ with mama, no car, no job
to garbage bags full of ones and fives, count it up with the mob
cook it, chop it, bag it, now i’m giving out testers
i got to two micro_uzis, both of ’em got suppressors
i’m quiet, but my temper get hot like a fish fry
squeezin’ on the micro_uzi trigger, screamin’ b_tch die
do i got what it takes to live my life by the sword?
i’m tough, mama used to whip me with extension cords
[hook]
i know some money comin’ ’cause i feel my palms itchin’
mixin’ soda wit’ the cocaine on the stove in my kitchen
i want cash, cute girls in a fancy car
the little quiet church boy grew up to be a street star
i know some money comin’ ’cause i feel my palms itchin’
mixin’ soda wit’ the cocaine on the stove in my kitchen
i want cash, cute girls in a fancy car

- g twilight

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