Paroles Grew up Young Dolph

Grew up

Featuring Young Scooter & Project Pat
Prod By DJ Squeeky

(Intro)
Memphis Team, Paper Route
Flyn packs landin in the jug hoe
Yea yea
Aye Dolph
I’m on the Paper Route

(Hook x2)
My childhood friend grew up and became a builder
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs
7 G’s, invested in my own whip
7 T-shirts, they the same color as the crip

(Verse)
7 T-shirts, they the same color as the crip
Same color diamonds in my motherfuckin ears
The pastor in the church sellin my grandmamma O’s
Dolph in the hood, countin money, sellin 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 bitch ain’t enough
Some super sport with pain, big feet
I pull up and kill shit, 6 feet
One street, 3 spots, 100 pounds
8 scales, 10 straps, 1000 rounds

(Hook x2)
My childhood friend grew up and became a builder
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs
7 G’s, invested in my own whip
7 T-shirts, they the same color as the crip

(Verse)
My partner gave way but I ain’t joined the gang
Scooter run the fuckin Black Amigo money mang
50 thousand dollar ring, watch plane Jane
My nigga Loki Cali crippin, he a bust yo brain
I do a lot of Cali business, they got cheap things
For this shit, I know I’m never going broke again
Memphis 10, paper route
Flying packs landing at the jug house
I grew up a hustler trappin at my mama house
When she go to work I turn into a crack house
Sellin 2 civil, same color crib
There was no smell, it go for 26

(Hook x2)
My childhood friend grew up and became a builder
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs
7 G’s, invested in my own whip
7 T-shirts, they the same color as the crip

(Verse)
Patter flip off, money like a wendy’s burglar
Start big, I’m for a young nigga on a curber
Burn to, cause a hustle crack off the worker
Play with my dough, chop a bullet, might just murk ya
He said if I turned, mo bitch only turn it
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 turned the things
I ain’t giving up oh shit, you can call me Scrooge

(Hook x2)
My childhood friend grew up and became a builder
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs
7 G’s, invested in my own whip
7 T-shirts, they the same color as the crip