Ground Up - Fountain Of Youth lyrics

rate me

Yeah, supernatural, fountain of youth

And I'm sipping on a ... before the niggas want proof

I guess they gotta wait, I'll be here forever

I guess you gotta hate, I don't leave 'em much choice

Catch me on the right night, I might roll like a boy

She got a lot of dry humor, but her pussy stay moist

Yeah, I'm spitting that ill shit, mass of pill shit

How you... gone hard is tough for long.

17 I rap it strong

To get my crew and let go, I get my fucking arm

Passed on a couple giants just to get where I'm going

I was.. but now I am on, born cause I was born

Before.. I'mma tell her reborn

Every rose has a thorn, and every player has a pawn

Getting all over you, I know a lil bit

Gotta show a little bit!

Hoes wanna be friends, I don't know that lil bitch

She's getting busy if you love me, got to miss me, friends

I think I'm drinking... but I'm really on my grizzly

Like a gram, you can put it on my hand

I don't like banks and I don't like Benz

I don't even like rappers, but this shit is miraculous

Check my track list, critics doing back flips

And I still got some homies on a strip like sex fifth

And me wanting me some bitches with some accents

It's a fact I'm with my fraction

They call me El Capitan, you should read the captions!

Yeah, small talk

Yeah, supernatural

Getting swag!

Yeah, supernatural, magical, methodical

Couple pot heads trying to master the impossible

Fuck the death... fresher than a pepper mint

On the block waiting on my shot like you're checking this

Haters loss, they don't get it how I'm getting it

Bullshit, never been crossed like a Methodist

This is.. since I was a.. nose

Grind me is the water at the bottom of a pot hole

A hook, a bad cheat, Shwaty cooking red meet

I'll be her dead man before I'll be a dead beat

I feel alive when I'm riding on a jet sky

Rocking for a coach, you don't got a lot of...

By any means, man I'm trying to make a mill

A starving artist, but the hunger games is real

I go to war with my boys on a four check

Butter cream ..camouflage grotesque

Come through, I might smoke at the sun roof

The game needs me, is raw like a nut's...

From the city of cheesesteaks and long beards

Where everybody hates T.O. and Paul Pierce

Every man for himself and it's all fair

They used to never give a fuck, now they're all heirs!

Thanks to Justin for correcting these lyrics