[Verse 1: Sam Lachow] It's still a little hard for me to talk about Even though you know what's up And you and I are really talking now And I know the shit you tell me that you wouldn't say when pop's around And we still boxing everyday and you get back up and I knock you down Sometimes it might get hard to understand But man it's all good, it's all love, it's all blood, it's all fam' And I know just how it is cus I've been through the same shit All the friends, all the chicks, middle school, that's a bitch 6th grade I'll tell you what, those ain't the best days Thinking bout girls and writing raps instead of essays Those raps became songs, and those songs became albums Three white boys, I wouldn't have made it out without 'em Now I know you got your homeboys, remember to keep 'em close Cus the ones you know the longest be the ones who need you most And the ones who stick around will stick around throughout whatever But no matter what you got your big brother with you forever So
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[Verse 2: Sam Lachow] "Second verse, alright" And when your friends say "Yo Charlie, you wanna hit this purp?" You better say "Hold on I gotta ask my brother first" I'll prolly be like "Fuck no" You prolly be like "Sam, I've seen you hit it tho You really think I've gone this long without watching your videos?" Aw man, I mean I guess it's true But growing up for me was different than it is for you And it's not a good excuse But man you're lucky I remember growing up in New York City with no money See mom and dad were artists Hopping from apartment to apartment Hella broke, but we had each other so we learned how to cope Just putting food up on the table, I was learning to smoke Trying to climb up to the top, when someones burning the rope But look, family last's forever and that's something we both know And never take it for granted homie money comes and goes Stay artistic, keep creating, have fun like me I see you got a band now my bro's a drummer like me
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[Verse 3: Sam Lachow] "Alright, one more verse. Look" I fought some people, robbed some people Stupid shit with lots of people Did a lot of biz that I never should have done But because of this I got lots to teach you Pop some bottles, hit some reefer, dated girls, fucked a teacher Followed people, followed rules Look at me now I'm the leader And all your friends can't hardly wait to grow up But when you grown up you're like "Oh fuck I'm a grownup" When I was younger it was funner, just dumber and dumber Just skipping class all year throwing kegs in the summer See I'm trying to get old, but stay young in my soul Never followed any rules and never do what I'm told See we'll be little kids forever And promise to make a pact that you won't try to grow up to fast It's all that I ask You're growing up and Charlie you're growing with me Littlemanbigcity You're growing up and Charlie you're growing with me You're in New York City
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