The Legend Adam Bomb, Naturally Born Strangers - Grew Up on That Lyrics

Sugar water, I grew up on that
Heisenbergs in the kitchen, I grew up on that
Corduroys and black Nikeys, I grew up on that
My pops in and out the crib, I grew up off that
I got them Biggie rhymes and that Tupac flow
Slick Rick gold rings and some Cypress smoke
Big Pun wordplay and NWA state of mind
Nigga everything raw like Bus-Rhymes
And I ain't even ballin my nigga this just the tryouts
See this whole section of Nikeys what I'mma buyout
This Red-Rider BB Gun flow will shoot your eye out
Got so many stories to tell, let me put mine out
Shit was weird science, we went and formed this alliance
No industry or compliance, I'm saying I'm self-reliant
While everybody is dying there's hope, I don't think so
I learned not only Family Matters without the wins low
Treating everyone in my neighbourhood as my kinfolk
Woke up out your dreams with a Molotov through your window
I say not every cop corrupt but fuck nigga
They violate you once, I ain't putting my trust in 'em

We gon take it back. Way, way, way back
Only classics. You know we gotta play that
OG shit. Triple OG shit. It's no secret
We had the whole scene lit
I just reminisce with some Henny double fist
All the crazy shit. All that I been through made me this
Mama gave me a gift. Pray I made it and made a wish
Could've been deaded. Don't regret it, it made me this

All black Air Forces, I grew up on that
Simple Mario Cart Courses, I grew up on that
XXL, King and Sources, I grew up on that
D-boys pulling out Porsches, I grew up on that
Serving O's from Tim Hortons, what we thought was a fortune
Whatever for a portion, drop a nigga like porcelain
Never going headless like horseman
Piping like a Viking, pillage pussy, I'm a Norseman
Way before you knew me as Rich from the gang Strangers
Used to slang thangs pack a shank to repel danger
When I snap had the power like Black Ranger
Genesis in the system, I ain't even have Sega
My weight up so I'm biggie, soak up more of the game
For blueprints, H-O-V was more of my lane
My OG was a director with cane, Stanley Twobricks
He said to tell y'all rappers your Mama's stupid

We gon take it back. Way, way, way back
Only classics. You know we gotta play that
OG shit. Triple OG shit. It's no secret
We had the whole scene lit
I just reminisce with some Henny double fist
All the crazy shit. All that I been through made me this
Mama gave me a gift. Pray I made it and made a wish
Could've been deaded. Don't regret it, it made me this

Walkmans and pagers, I grew up on that
Nicky-Nine Dooring neighbors, I grew up on that
MegaMans and Castlevanias, I grew up on that
Crest cans and 20 Jagers. I threw up off that
Moms loved Marvin, Pops dug Carlin
That's where it all Spawn like Todd McFarlane
Learned to Thread the Needle in my Aunt's apartment
Had it droppin' like Reggie in the Boston Garden
Back when Left Eye was charged with arson
And Bond was Brosnan in an Aston Martin
I was impregnating broads from Markham
Asking 'What You Gonna Do?' Like Cops was startin
Straight out my mind crazy
Waking, taking shots like Al Iafrate, mix Crown inside Jamie
Adam hammered like Greg Valentine daily
Imbalanced like Baby in the house, man I'm Swayze
All white Pumas
Fresher than blood from spending Prom Night at Kruger's, catalog like Consumers
Who has been this live for this long but us
Classic like Tribe Album covers, motherfuckers

We gon take it back. Way, way, way back
Only classics. You know we gotta play that
OG shit. Triple OG shit. It's no secret
We had the whole scene lit
I just reminisce with some Henny double fist
All the crazy shit. All that I been through made me this
Mama gave me a gift. Pray I made it and made a wish
Could've been deaded. Don't regret it, it made me this