Grew Up A Screw Up Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

[Chorus] 

"I grew up a fuckin' screw-up 

Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin' blew up." 

"I grew up a fuckin' screw-up 

Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin' blew up." 

"I grew up a fuckin' screw-up 

Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin' blew up." 

"I grew up a fuckin' screw-up 

Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin' blew up." 

Whether gettin' 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! 

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[Ludacris] 

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

Somethin' 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 out, A-Town gone 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 lil' nigga's out of control 

Put a lil' 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 feelin' fresh'n 

Fresh'n, fresh'n, and it was a blessin' to rhyme and start reppin' 

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

Still the best, but now I'm grown with more range than a tec's 

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

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[Chorus] 

[Young Jeezy] 

Hey 

Y'all already know what it is 

I'm a tell you, nigga 

C.T., know what it is, 'bout 17-5 

Homey fronted me a sip, shit, I made it a bird 

That's seventeen and a half, all I need is the word 

Say, the ice is cool but them pots is hot 

You better cook slow but that money come fast 

I got what you need; I hope you brought all the cash 

You know the kid pimpin' all over the world 

A hundred carats got me all over your girl 

Yeah, five freaks and my Gucci duffle bag 

A corporate thug; I run with a Playaz Circle 

I got a Field Mob that'll disturb your peace 

Blowin' Sean Jay, all we do is smoke 

Finish countin' my bread, and I was gettin' some head 

Whassup? 

[Chorus] 

[Ludacris] 

I'm a be all the way real with this, look 

When I came into the game, they ain't do nothin' but doubt me 

Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nothin' without me 

Pickin' 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 hangin' on the block to throwin' 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 stackin' up chips, but harder 

From birds on my nerves to chicks on my dick! 

Guard your women, dog 

I went from ashy to classy 

Went from a kiss on the cheek to doin' 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 playin' your cards, boy! 

[Chorus]