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[Intro: Tha God Fahim & Bob Ross]
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I strongly suggest that you use this painting only as a guide, and add your own ideas to it. We each see nature through different eyes, and your painting should reflect your visions and your personality. Devote some time to practice

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[Verse]
Gotta be a man at a early age
Bills need papers, we all come from slaves
Dynamics of have-nots, break off the padlock
Nothin' but trouble causin', hustlin' and livin' lawless
Whatever it is for paper, I make it past
Ma dukes workin' nine to nine, she bustin' ass
Bread, eggs, milk and butter; it didn't last long
Nah, a four-cornered room, candle burnin' and sad songs
Feelin' the ground shake from under my feet
The pressures of my sisters needin' somethin' to eat
Plus I need them new retro Jordans over my feet
Not socializing in school, 'cause it was hard to speak
It's like I just wanted to belong (I just wanted to be somebody)
Robbin', stealin' and dealin', could I be so wrong?
But closed mouths don't get fed, and closed minds don't progress
Am I cursed or blessed to live my childhood less?
Why you pressed? The same reason I stress
Niggas test and get the kiss of death
I gotta hustle 'til my last breath
Had to solve so many problems like a math test, heh

[Chorus]
Niggas in my motherfuckin' land, we had to all grow up fast (We all grow up fast)
And you can't really go back in the past
Your life is really all you have (Your life is all you have)
I'm countin' up this cash, supreme math, wishin' this fast money last (This fast money last)
It's easy to get caught up in a blast, a victim to the next man's wrath (To the next man's wrath)
Niggas in my motherfuckin' land, we had to all grow up fast (We all grow so fast)
And you can't really go back in the past
Your life is really all you have (Your life is all you have)
I'm countin' up this cash, supreme math, wishin' this fast money last (This fast money last)
It's easy to get caught up in a blast, a victim to the next man's wrath (To the next man's wrath, uh)