Check it, check it, check it... 



[Chorus: B.I.G. sample] 

I grew up a fuckin screw up 

Got introduced to the game, to the game and fuckin blew up 

I grew up a fuckin screw up 

Got introduced to the game, to the game and fuckin blew up 

I grew up a fuckin screw up 

Got introduced to the game, to the game and fuckin blew up 

I grew up a fuckin screw up 

Got introduced to the game, to the game and fuckin blew up 



[Verse 1: Trae] 

I grew up a screw up to the best of my knowledge 

I continue through out the streets, can't tell you shit about college 

I chose my own path on a lonely road - to try an get paid 

and pray to God me and my niggas will never have to lay in no grave 

I never got to be like Mike, cause I ended up like my brother 

livin crazy in these streets, but an angel around my mother 

fascinated by the light in the night, and the money, and hoes 

the clothes, and all the whips, and the diamonds - while they swangin on 4's 

I got my first gun, headed for my first lick 

my nigga switched it up and he was headed for his first brick 

either way that it went, we both was gon'try an get paid 

and wasn't no way in hell they was gon'stick me with minimum age 

it ain't take but thirty - seconds to make up my mind 

and it took me by the dirt, and that took the side that I had to shine 

and I was gon'get it whether it was legal or crime 

I had to get a piece even if it lead me to doin some time 



[Chorus] 



[Verse 2: Trae] 

Whether they like it or not this rappin done got me settled 

every since a youth I hit the gas, with my weight on the pedal 

Dinkie told me this gon'be my ticket to leave the hood 

and when they see me now these niggas know it's all good 

I ain't finna let shit get in my way, it took me a second to get here 

I'm the champion of the streets, so it's understood I'm a sit here 

Lord knows how many fuck ups, it took for me to get here 

it's only room for one, all you extra niggas can't fit here 

even if I was a screw up - I turned out bein' a ghetto star 

with a teacher's salary invested inside of my ghetto car 

I guess it ain't all that bad to be who I am 

I'd do it all again just to show these niggas 'bout who I am(nigga) 



[Chorus] 



[Trae:] 

Well I guess growin up a screw up, ain't all that bad huh 

mothafuckers told a nigga - he wasn't gon'be shit 

them hoes still doin the same mothafuckin thing nigga 

I'm movin round this bitch, five mothafuckin whips 

takin care of my mothafuckin son, my mothafuckin'gang 

and everything I represent, yeah if I had to do this shit all over again 

I wouldn't change a mothafuckin thing mayne - Trae Tha Truth, yeah