I Grew UpB Lyrics

Started off with one dollar bills, I'm flippin' shit

Flick a light, look at the flame, I'm reminiscing

Remember days when I was with pops, I kinda miss it

I smoke too much during the day, it got me trippin'

Fuck, I look like listening to a nigga, I'm living

I flood my mouth with trophies, but they still won't catch me slipping

You gave your heart to me, but bitch, I still won't catch a feeling

I gave my heart to you, but bitch, you still won't catch a feeling

Rocking designer, bitch, that's how I'm living

Don't ever let no nigga play with you, show him you living

Walk through the weather, even when raining, show him you lit

I'm coming up, I'm creating problems, I'm throwing fits

I want the diamonds, make bitches come up and take a pic

You say you bout it, come up and show me that you a threat

A pussy do me wrong, nigga, a pussy we leave wet

Fuck, I look like listening to a nigga with no respect

I had it hard back then, but that was then

I want some money, say fuck it and pick up a pen

Why you moving lazy, bitch

We ain't no kids, now get up and flock

Show them niggas that you the shit, I'm not into stars

But I'm seeing I'm gon be big, I ain't into cars

But my first check, I'm going big, I'm not in no race

But niggas know I'm finna win, take em on a chase

Niggas know we spin again, and I threw that dime

A nigga fuck with me, we ridin, niggas keep dyin

They need to chill on slangin iron

Need to tell my cousins that hood shit ain't worth a dime

And mane my nigga God, he got my Back man

That's my slime, fuck a nigga telling

These niggas know how shit get down, I can't crack a frown

A nigga always wanna smile, jit, we big stepping

I told my nigga, hold the ground and free my big stepper

I told that nigga, hold it down, and bitch we getting guap

You snake, it's on your top, they had to get a mop

The way I spit, it's a lil messy, keep my dreads high

Cant never let no nigga test me, Was Rockin Filas

It was the best in my collection, I ain't in to play

Jit, we going in

This real Florida shit, you know about us, we keep a pen

And keep writin, and keep grinding

I'm up until the AM, eyes low, with rims around it

My family praying, hoping, and wishing I move them out

I want to stop, but I already told them it was no doubts

My fingers steady itching, they want to touch a hundred thousand

My brothers told me, hop on the mic, see what it's about