Young Dolph

Young Dolph - Grew Up lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Here you go

I’m on the paper round two, nigga!

Hook: (x2)

My childhood friend grew up and became a thug

But I grew up and made a living out of drugs

Same as Gs, invested in my own hood

Send the.. color is the crib.

..same color is the crib

Same color diamonds in my motherfucking ears

The pastor in the church selling my grandmamma home

Dolph in the hood, count money, send the dope, nigga!

My childhood friend grew up and became a thug

But I grew up, got addicted to money…

Police running here is too much doctor flesh

Remember, I count 200 bands and said this ain’t enough!

… big feet, I pull up and kill shit, six feet

One street, three sparks, one hundred pounds

A scales, ten scraps, a thousand rounds.

Hook: (x2)

My childhood friend grew up and became a thug

But I grew up and made a living out of drugs

Same as Gs, invested in my own hood

Send the.. color is the crib.

My partner gave bait, but I don’t join the game

Scooter run the fucking block and me got money game

Fifty thousand all… watch play, J

My nigga Loki kinda creeping, he a..

I do a lot of Kelly business, they got cheap things

Plus the shit I know I’m never going broke again

.. paper up,

Flying packs landing at the.. house

I grew up a hustler, trappling at my momma house

When she go to work, I turn it to a crack house

Send her to surveil, same color cribs

Dope with no smell, it go for twenty-six.

Hook: (x2)

My childhood friend grew up and became a thug

But I grew up and made a living out of drugs

Same as Gs, invested in my own hood

Send the.. color is the crib.

...money’s like the…

Stop it, I fall, young nigga on the curve

Run to cause I hustle crack of the work

Play with my dough, chop a bullet, might just merk you!

… no bills, only twenty

Selling… weed out, we’re getting money!

Just another nigga made a million off the words

Police arrest me like I made a million off the birds

I flip the script and made a lick I’m the shit like the…

The chopper blow your ass away your shoe left on the curb!

A nigga… trying to lose

I ain’t giving a whole shit, you can call me, screwed!

Hook: (x2)

My childhood friend grew up and became a thug

But I grew up and made a living out of drugs

Same as Gs, invested in my own hood

Send the.. color is the crib.

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