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Always |
| Growin' up, I used to struggle always |
| Never had a chance to do it our way |
| I remember, I remember all them hard days |
| Runnin' off, runnin' off that shit call faith (Yeah, yeah) |
| Growin' up, I used to struggle always |
| Never had a chance to do it our way |
| I remember, I remember all them hard days |
| Runnin' off, runnin' off that shit call faith (Yeah, yeah) |
| Only time I ate was at school up off that section plate |
| Mama' kicked off section eight |
| Remember times we had to separate |
| Was house to house, I remember all them desperate days |
| When losin' faith, grandma always told me «just pray» |
| Seen death when I was young, cuz got shot in his face |
| Used to carry guns to parties, cause' I got one put in my face |
| Remember staying home from school, just to break up in your place |
| This shit a, I used to care to much what people think |
| I always thought I was the one, but they ain’t see the same |
| Lost some things close to me, but you don’t see the pain |
| Grandma said what’s understood don’t got to be explained |
| And you can look right in my face, see I ain’t here to play (Facts) |
| Growin' up, I used to struggle always |
| Never had a chance to do it our way |
| I remember, I remember all them hard days |
| Runnin' off, runnin' off that shit call faith (Yeah, yeah) |
| Growin' up, I used to struggle always |
| Never had a chance to do it our way |
| I remember, I remember all them hard days |
| Runnin' off, runnin' off that shit call faith (Yeah, yeah) |
| Hung around thugs, gotta adapt to my environment |
| Missed my niggas who was with gang, like a fireman |
| You know I gotta write my wrongs, gotta try again |
| Head up, chin up, no violin |
| I ain’t never look for help, I always look for myself |
| When I was hurtin' down below, you showed me just how you felt |
| I was showin' too much love, it wasn’t good for my health |
| Had to fall back on people, close the door on myself |
| Every day that I wake up, i’m puttin' in hard work |
| Stabbed in the back, I lost some loved ones, i’m a scarred person |
| Learn the hard way, bump my head like a tall nigga |
| Please don’t think your sweet, cause' I just look, don’t like to talk nigga |
| Growin' up, I used to struggle always |
| Never had a chance to do it our way |
| I remember, I remember all them hard days |
| Runnin' off, runnin' off that shit call faith (Yeah, yeah) |
| Growin' up, I used to struggle always |
| Never had a chance to do it our way |
| I remember, I remember all them hard days |
| Runnin' off, runnin' off that shit call faith (Yeah, yeah) |