Grow God Lyrics

Yea, Yea, Yea

Flawda, Flawdajitt813 know that

Aye I made a way out of no way

I know these niggas they hate

Sipping on the drink, Fuck what ya think

Tryna do the right thing I swear it be hard

Fucked around I became a grow god

You gotta go against the grain if you wan' beat the odds

Tatts n jewelry they gone cover these scars

I'm still making plays when I clock out the job

Send some to my bro behind bars

I'm so up like the stars

Tryna do the right thing I swear it be hard

Fucked around I became a grow god

You gotta go against the grain if you wan' beat the odds

Tatts n jewelry they gone cover these scars

I'm still making plays when I clock out the job

Send some to my bro behind bars

I'm so up like the stars

I take a sample out drop that bit in some agar

Then I watch it grow

I got to check to make sure it don't mold

I'm one of the realest that's in it Fasho

Oh you tryna eat? Got Z's for the low

Get two for the three or three for the four

Niggas be pocket watching know they hating, copycatting

Now his ahh want to grow, Ima put ya on

Inoculate the pack turn white as hell mix it in with the dirt

I got GT's, got AA+, got B+, man I got verts'

Niggas be shapeshifting it a pity

I know some niggas who ready to slide off bout jitt

& they be from yo city

N they be fucking with me (mo' than you)

I guess they yo ops or some

No KFC but we all got drums

Ending the convo no mention of funds

When I lost it all had moved back with my moms

Now I'm back better then ever, Applying pressure

I'm at they neck ain't no letting up

Squeezing my feet on they melon I'm tryna make that bit bust

Tryna do the right thing be so hard

Fucked around I became a grow god

You gotta go against the grain if you wan' beat the odds

Tatts n jewelry they gone cover these scars

I'm still making plays when I clock out the job

Send some to my bro behind bars

I'm so up like the stars

Tryna do the right thing I swear it be hard

Fucked around I became a grow god

You gotta go against the grain if you wan' beat the odds

Tatts n jewelry they gone cover these scars

I'm still making plays when I clock out the job

Send some to my bro behind bars

I'm so up like the stars

Can't fuck with'em that boy keep flaggin'

Break that character stop that actin'

They went dead broke I ain't tryna go that route

I turned my side bit crib to a grow house

But bike to the money making

These niggas be hatin' ain't having motion

& I can't give'em no strap lil bruh get wicked off that potion

Know some spin just like a frisbee

I don't think that they get dizzy

I swear I tried to tell they ahh to do better

They be like jitt boa' you too extra

They say sometimes in order to take home a W you got take couple Ls

Fresh harvest overloaded the scale

Bitch I'm up

Oo she a hustler ima hustler too

Maybe Allah had me made for you

& If you my wife then ima provide

Retired line but if you be Bonnie I'll rock out like Clyde

I'm not tryna hide

Permanently scarred but I'm not Harry Potter

Tryna do the right thing I swear it be hard

Fucked around I became a grow god

You gotta go against the grain if you wan' beat the odds

Tatts n jewelry they gone cover these scars

I'm still making plays when I clock out the job

Send some to my bro behind bars

I'm so up like the stars

Tryna do the right thing I swear it be hard

Fucked around I became a grow god

You gotta go against the grain if you wan' beat the odds

Tatts n jewelry they gone cover these scars

I'm still making plays when I clock out the job

Send some to my bro behind bars

I'm so up like the stars