Grew Up
Memphis team, Paper Route (go, go)
Flyin' packs landin' in the jugg house
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, Dolph
I'm on the Paper Route too nigga
I'm on the Paper Route too nigga
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (invest, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips (yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips
72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips
Same color diamonds in my motherfucking ears (ayy)
The pastor in the church selling my grandmama hope
Dolph in the hood, counting money, selling dope
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood
But I grew up, got addicted to money and found the plug
Police run in here, it's too much dope to flush
Remember I count 200 bands and said this ain't enough (damn)
Super sport with wet paint, big feet (whoa, damn)
I pull up and kill shit, six feet (what? Ayy)
One street, three spots, a hundred pounds
Eight scales, ten straps, a thousand rounds
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips (yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips
My partner gang bang, but I ain't joined the gang (nah)
Scooter run the fucking Black Amigo money gang (what up?)
50-thousand dollar ring, watch plain Jane (watchin')
My nigga low-key Cali' creeping, and he'll bust a brain
I do a lot of Cali business, they got cheap things (things)
Flush this shit, I know I'm never going broke again
Memphis team, Paper Route (go, go)
Flying packs landing at the jugg house
I grew up a hustler trappin' at my mama house
When she go to work, I turn it to a crack house (yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color, the Crips
Dope with no smell, it go for 26 (yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips (yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips
Patter flip off, money like a wendy's burglar
Start big, I'm for a young nigga on a curber
Run to casa, hustle crack off the worker
Play with my dough, chop a bullet, might just murk ya (yeah)
He said if I turned, mo' bitch only 20
Sellin' pills and weed, I was getting money
Just another nigga made a million off of words
Police arrest me like I made a million off of birds
I flip the strip and made a lick, I'm the shit like a turd
That choppa blow yo' ass away, yo' shoe left on the curb
A nigga gotta make a way 'cause I ain't tryna loose
I ain't givin' a ho, you can call me Scrooge (yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips (yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips
Flyin' packs landin' in the jugg house
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, Dolph
I'm on the Paper Route too nigga
I'm on the Paper Route too nigga
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (invest, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips (yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips
72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips
Same color diamonds in my motherfucking ears (ayy)
The pastor in the church selling my grandmama hope
Dolph in the hood, counting money, selling dope
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood
But I grew up, got addicted to money and found the plug
Police run in here, it's too much dope to flush
Remember I count 200 bands and said this ain't enough (damn)
Super sport with wet paint, big feet (whoa, damn)
I pull up and kill shit, six feet (what? Ayy)
One street, three spots, a hundred pounds
Eight scales, ten straps, a thousand rounds
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips (yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips
My partner gang bang, but I ain't joined the gang (nah)
Scooter run the fucking Black Amigo money gang (what up?)
50-thousand dollar ring, watch plain Jane (watchin')
My nigga low-key Cali' creeping, and he'll bust a brain
I do a lot of Cali business, they got cheap things (things)
Flush this shit, I know I'm never going broke again
Memphis team, Paper Route (go, go)
Flying packs landing at the jugg house
I grew up a hustler trappin' at my mama house
When she go to work, I turn it to a crack house (yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color, the Crips
Dope with no smell, it go for 26 (yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips (yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips
Patter flip off, money like a wendy's burglar
Start big, I'm for a young nigga on a curber
Run to casa, hustle crack off the worker
Play with my dough, chop a bullet, might just murk ya (yeah)
He said if I turned, mo' bitch only 20
Sellin' pills and weed, I was getting money
Just another nigga made a million off of words
Police arrest me like I made a million off of birds
I flip the strip and made a lick, I'm the shit like a turd
That choppa blow yo' ass away, yo' shoe left on the curb
A nigga gotta make a way 'cause I ain't tryna loose
I ain't givin' a ho, you can call me Scrooge (yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips (yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah)
70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips
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Writer(s): Adolph Thornton, Hayward Ivy, Patrick Houston, Kenneth Bailey
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