Chords for Ludacris- Grew Up A Screw Up

_ _ _ [G] I grew up a fuckin' steward.
I grew [C] up a fuckin' steward.
[D] _ _ [G] _ I grew up a fuckin' _ _ [C] _ _ _
[D] _ [G] steward.
I _ _ _ _ [C] grew up a fuckin' [D] steward.
_ [G] I grew up a _ fuckin' steward.
[C] I grew up a fuckin' [Gm] steward.
I grew up a fuckin' steward.
I grew up a fuckin' steward.
I grew up a fuckin' steward.
I grew up a fuckin' steward.
[C] I grew up a fuckin' steward.
I grew up a [D] fuckin' steward.
I grew up a fuckin' steward.
[Gm] and kicked out Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped [D] out
Cause when I came I was draped up [Gm] and tripped out
Snipped the umbilical, spit the government shit [C] out
Peace saw A-Town down and then [G] I jipped out
And oh my gosh the [Bb] Oscosh was kicked [C] out
I slipped in, even [D] my baby stroller [G] was rigged out
Somebody get them little niggas outta control
Put [C] a little bit of rum in my bottle I [D] dream about diamonds and [G] gold, gold, gold
To grow from an infant to toddler [Gm] was that for Christmas?
[C] And the essence of adolescence [D] got my body [G] feeling pushin' pushin' pushin'
And it was a blessing [Gm] to rhyme and start [C] reppin'
I was the best at my section [Eb] when blows harder than [G] a wreck
Still the best but now I'm grown with more [Gm] range than a [C] Texan
I'm a heavyweight, you [D] niggas is lighter than my [G] complexion
I grew up for fuckin' school work
I [C] produced little games, [D] little games
I [G] grew up for fuckin' school work
I [C] produced little games, [D] little games
I grew up for fuckin' [G] school work
I _ produced little games, [C] _ _
[D] little games
_ [G] _ I grew up for fuckin' school work
I [C] produced little games, [D] little [G] games
I'm in front of me a zip, shit I made it a bird
[C] It's seventeen and a [D] half, all I need is the [G] words
Ice is [Gm] cool but them pots is [C] hot
You let it cook slow [D] but that money [Gm] comes fast
I got what you need, I hope you [G] bought all the [C] gas
You know the kid [D] pimpin' all [Eb] over the world
[Gm] A hundred kids got me all over these girls
[Cm] _ Five [D] bricks and my pussy's [G] up a band
A corporate thug, I run with a playing [C] circle
Got a field [D] mob that'll disturb [G] your peace
Blowing Sean J.
on, we doing smoke
[C] Finish counting my [D] bread and I was getting [G] mad
I grew up for fuckin' school work
I produced [C] little games, [D] little games
[G] _ I grew up for fuckin' school work
I [C] produced little games, [D] little games
I [G] grew up for fuckin' school work
I [C] grew _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ up for fuckin' school work
_ [C] _ _ _
[D] _ [G] When I came into the game, they ain't do nothing [C] without me
Now the whole game [D] synced and it ain't nothin' [Gm] without me
Pickin' up my sloppy seconds as they reach for [G] the crown
Only reason you own that song is cause I turned [Gm] that down
I went from Hot Wheels to Big Wheels, Hyundai to [Cm] Bentley
At 5 course meals, no more Popeyes and [G] Blimpys
From alright to handsome, from one room to [Cm] mansion
From hanging on the [D] block to throwing parties [G] in the Hampton
From broke as a joke to rich as a bitch
[C] I bought a plane and a [D] boat and six other [G] whips
And I'm harder from dicing the curve to [Gm] stacking up chips
[C] But harder from birds on my [D] nerves to chicks on [G] my dicks
Gotcha, women dog, I went from assy to classy
[C] Went from a kiss on the [A] cheek to doing [G] the nasty
Reach your hand up in the air and you can [Gm] play with the stars
[C] It's not the hand that you dealt [D] but how you playing [G] your cards, boy _ _
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[D] _ [G] I grew up, I grew up for fucking streetwalk
Got [C] introduced to the gang, [D] to the gang to [G] fucking grow up _ _
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