Grew Up Broke Lyrics

We, we, we grew up broke yeah

Wash our hands with dish soap

Dad around, no uh

Mama was both yeah

Fifteen, started writtin' in a notepad

Chillin' with instead

Sworm, Don, Wise and Dope man

Doug, Ryan, Scott, Gil, Nick, Zion

Where my bros at

Troublesome, the type of knuckleheads

You couldn't hold back

Runnin' the street, bustin' on beats

Yeah, hustlin' weed, fuck enemies

Ah, yeah, keep it one hundred with me

Huntin' my dreams

Yeah, shoot um, got gun in between my teeth

Pop, pop

Did a lick, dude snitched

First time I got pinched

Cops came, hit the crib, Jumped the fence

Neighbors pissed

Told homie, let's split

But he didn't wanna dip

Dogs barkin' so one time

Found us in the ditch

Did the time, got released

In shape, lookin' beast

Now it's back to the streets

Gettin' back on my feet

We grew up broke, yeah

Wash our hands with dish soap

Dad around, no uh

Mama was both, yeah

Fifteen, started writtin' in a notepad

Fif-fifteen, started writtin' in a notepad

We grew up broke, yeah

Wash our hands with dish soap

Dad around, no uh

Mama was both, yeah

Fifteen, started writtin' in a notepad

Fif-fifteen, started writtin' in a notepad

Before the first sip

I pour some for our loved ones

I'll remain pure

Until I'm six feet under

I recall when there was times

We had no toilet paper

No other choice but had to wipe it

With the penny saver, uh

Always stealin' shit, gettin' into trouble

But that ain't far fetched

To young ins in the struggle

Inspectah deck, protect your neck

The streets is cutthroat

Didn't have much

At least I had my mama's love though

Raised in a wild hood

Mind my business like I should

Damn, I miss my childhood

Even though we had it rough

Moms is so amazing

Five kids alone, she fed and raised us

Pops dipped like he ain't never made us, uh

On a mish with the licks

Then a flip with the scale

Then I'm wishin' for mail

When I was in and out of jail

We was turnt up, pilled out, drunk, faded

I ain't talkin' roaches when the crib got raided

We grew up broke, yeah

Wash our hands with dish soap

Dad around, nope uh

Mama was both, yeah

Fif-teen started writtin' in a notepad

Fif-fif-teen started writtin' in a notepad

We grew up broke, yeah

Wash our hands with dish soap

Dad around, nope uh

Mama was both, yeah

Fif-teen started writtin' in a notepad

Fif-fif-teen started writtin' in a notepad

Fif-teen started ridin' in a notepad

Fif-teen started ridin' in a notepad