Grow Up
Wishing time would pass us like what's the hold up
Mama said to slow down, no rush to grow up
We got sticky fingers from all the doja
So that's why we grind it before we roll up
Wishing time would pass us like what's the hold up
Mama said to slow down, no rush to grow up
We got sticky fingers from all the doja
So that's why we grind it before we roll up, yea yea
Damn, time passing
Ask a zombie what you ashing, Me and my niggas go way back to PS1 Crash Bashing
Fast forward, time flashing, While I'm whipping in an Aston, Feeling real funny like Martin
Getting real tipsy like Scorsese
Pool hopping got me hazy
Uber rushing got my girl crazy
What is the dealio
Tryna just roll up this doja with Julio
Fuck with her music though, Hoping she let me find out what that pussy do
Feeling real indigo
Hitting more indica
Man that is just some real blow Wanna tell her that I grew up
Haven't seen ma in a minute even though she know
That her baby still growing-Up
Straight to the top yea
Wishing time would pass us like what's the hold up
Mama said to slow down, no rush to grow up
We got sticky fingers from all the doja
So that's why we grind it before we roll up, yea yea yea
Thinking back to a time when I was young
When life was simple and it just begun
Dealing with the hard times that had to come
But it help me be the man that I become
So when I seen my chance, I knew I had to take it
Went from hating granny's smoke to smoking in her basement
Smoking on that loud pack when I need escaping
But you gotta play your roles so get to your places
Niggas show up all kind of sides, all kinds of faces
(No 2Face)
But when the shit hit the fan, is you gonna face it
(Tell the truth)
So kick the ball but don't touch the laces
(Watch out)
And play them cards in your hand, you gotta couple laces
(Don't break them ankles)
Wishing time would pass us like what's the hold up
Mama said to slow down, no rush to grow up
We got sticky fingers from all the doja
So that's why we grind it before we roll up
Wishing time would pass us like what's the hold up
Mama said to slow down, no rush to grow up
We got sticky fingers from all the doja
So that's why we grind it before we roll up, up, up
Mama said to slow down, no rush to grow up
We got sticky fingers from all the doja
So that's why we grind it before we roll up
Wishing time would pass us like what's the hold up
Mama said to slow down, no rush to grow up
We got sticky fingers from all the doja
So that's why we grind it before we roll up, yea yea
Damn, time passing
Ask a zombie what you ashing, Me and my niggas go way back to PS1 Crash Bashing
Fast forward, time flashing, While I'm whipping in an Aston, Feeling real funny like Martin
Getting real tipsy like Scorsese
Pool hopping got me hazy
Uber rushing got my girl crazy
What is the dealio
Tryna just roll up this doja with Julio
Fuck with her music though, Hoping she let me find out what that pussy do
Feeling real indigo
Hitting more indica
Man that is just some real blow Wanna tell her that I grew up
Haven't seen ma in a minute even though she know
That her baby still growing-Up
Straight to the top yea
Wishing time would pass us like what's the hold up
Mama said to slow down, no rush to grow up
We got sticky fingers from all the doja
So that's why we grind it before we roll up, yea yea yea
Thinking back to a time when I was young
When life was simple and it just begun
Dealing with the hard times that had to come
But it help me be the man that I become
So when I seen my chance, I knew I had to take it
Went from hating granny's smoke to smoking in her basement
Smoking on that loud pack when I need escaping
But you gotta play your roles so get to your places
Niggas show up all kind of sides, all kinds of faces
(No 2Face)
But when the shit hit the fan, is you gonna face it
(Tell the truth)
So kick the ball but don't touch the laces
(Watch out)
And play them cards in your hand, you gotta couple laces
(Don't break them ankles)
Wishing time would pass us like what's the hold up
Mama said to slow down, no rush to grow up
We got sticky fingers from all the doja
So that's why we grind it before we roll up
Wishing time would pass us like what's the hold up
Mama said to slow down, no rush to grow up
We got sticky fingers from all the doja
So that's why we grind it before we roll up, up, up
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Writer(s): Cam'ron Williams
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