Grew Up A Screw Up (Remix)

[Hook: Notorious B.I.G. sample]

"I grew up a fucking screw-up

Got introduced to the game, to the game then fucking blew up"

[Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample repeated]

Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that's a product of they environment

Whether getting money legally or ILLEGALLY

We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man!

Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby

Got introduced to the game, I ain't took a breath yet

Let's go!

[Ludacris]

Ever since I was an embryo, waiting to shape up and ship out

Something in my brain said, "Wake up and kick out!"

Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out

Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out

Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out

Peace up, A-Town down and then I dipped out

And oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out

I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out

Somebody get him, the little nigga's out of control

Put a little bit of rum in my bottle I'll dream about diamonds and gold

Gold gold, to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent

The essence of adolescence got my body feeling freshen

Freshing freshing, and it was a blessing to rhyme and start rapping

I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections

Still the best but now I'm grown with more range than a Texan

And I'm a heavyweight you niggas is lighter than my complexion

[Hook]

[Young Jeezy over the Hook]

Luda! What up homie? CTE nigga!

8732, What it do?

Jay double! Let’s get it!

[Young Jeezy]

I grew up right here, round the corner from mailman

And when the first came we was waitin' on the mailman

What you mean it ain't right? You better go get the scale man

I don't trust them anyway, You know them niggas'll tell man

First they run up in your place, now your ass got a case

Crooked ass judge send your ass out of space

8 by 6, now your ass out of place

Your girl ran through your change, Now your ass out of pockets

Speakin' of pockets, mines gots the mumps

A quarter mil' for breakfast, now what's for lunch

I got a bag full of green shit, now where's the blunts

Snuck in through the back nigga, now where's the front?

Dropped out in the eighth grade, Got money eight ways

Yo moms, fuck it I got shit to do

Listen, all you hatin' ass niggas that thought that I wouldn't last

The Inspiration on the way, ya'll can kiss my ass man

[Hook]

[Ludacris]

I'mma be all the way real with this, look

When I came into the game they ain't do nothing but doubt me

Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nothing without me

Picking up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown

Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that down

I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys

And five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpie's

From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions

From hanging on the block to throwing parties in the Hamptons

From, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought a

Plane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTA

From dice on the curb to stacking up chips, but harder

From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your

Women dawg I went from ashy to classy

Went from a, kiss on the cheek to doing the nasty

Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars

It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playing your cards

Boy!

[Hook]