Doodie Lo - Growing Up lyrics

[Intro] One, two, three, ayy, ayy, ayy Doodie in this b*tch, ayy [Verse] One for the money (Money), two for the show (Show) Three for the guys (Guys), four for the fours (Fours) Five for the [?] (Gang), [?] road (Yeah), six for the gangsters that be at my shows (Let's get it) Seven for a week, I done made a bankroll Eight for a eight, I done ate my holes (Ha) Nine millimeter Smith & Wesson was my first gun Ten blocks, he'll wait time 'til he race one (Grrah) Jumped off on the porch early at eleven (Eleven) Nine plus three equal twelve, mean you tellin' (Pussy) Thirteen, no joke, I was so rebellious (Rebellin') Fourteen, playin' football, I was [?] (Yeah) Fifteen, juvenile, sixteen, gettin' out Seventeen, [?] who was pushin' out Nineteen, I was fu*ked up and I was robbin' (Robbin') Twenty-years-old, I'm, "fu*k goin' to college" Twenty-one, they offer twenty-one to my cousin Twenty-two, couple dudes deuce when I was clubbin' Swish, twenty-three, like Jordan (Swish) Recordin', I be rappin' every day, twenty-four hours, I'm recordin' And Uncle Junior got twenty-five (Twenty-five), it hurt his soul when grandma died (Grandma died) At twenty-seven, life on the line (On the line), made millions but it wasn't mine (It wasn't mine) Started rappin', sh*t I kept tryin' (Kept) I was trappin', I ain't wanna sign (Wanna sign) Keep a .30, do 'em dirty (Boom) Hit his ass up twenty-eight times (Boom, boom) Who ever thought I'd ever make it here to see twenty-nine? (Who ever though it) This sh*t real life, this not a fu*kin' rhyme [Outro] This sh*t real life I came from the trenches, ni**a, don't hate on me, ayy Ayy, they gon' have to respect Real ni**a for life, Big Doodie Lo You know how this sh*t go, OTF