Growing Up

They putting up hearts for the dead
Cuz I leave him dead
I'm going up yeah I got some bread
7.62 it'll knock off his head
I know you heard what I said
She giving top before I go to bed
She say she love me and I give her that look and go to bed
That boy a rat
He chopping it up with the feds
I say the syrup my meds
I say the gas my meds
Fuck ya fent I won't get caught dead
If it ain't sealed I ain't sipping
I see a bad bitch now I'm on mission

He talkin' down now that boy missing
I mix him up yeah I be mixing
I don't got no time for no bitch that keep on tripping
I'm throwing dubs while she stripping
That boy a lame it ain't no fixing
I got sent home cus I kept on skipping
Rap real smooth cus its god given
Bad lil bitch yeah I used to be wishing
Now I'm the nigga who winning
Talk out his ass for a pigeon
My music good like provision
I'm thanking god he gave me the vision

Yeah
He gave me the vision
He talk out his what
He gave me the vision
He talk out his what
He gave me the vision
He talk out his what
He gave me the vision
He talk out his what
For the what
For the what
He gave me the vision
He talk out his what
For the what
Aye Aye
It's growing up 3 bitch
It's growing up 3 bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Mcshand
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