Casey Veggies - Garden lyrics

Aw man Damn Right back at 'em Way better Volume 3 [Verse 1:] Way more smarter than my last tape I get way more harder when that a** shake With my sh** in that I get in that With the thought in my head like I hope it lasts Real young boy that's making cash I'm realizing I can make a stack For a rainy day when they coming back We young n***as We fresh swag Got the whole world in the bag Roof in the gra** now the speakers on blast Whole sh** made it to the news stands I grind hard in these new jeans I never ever stop where the weather really hot Where the homie ran the streets and that's why he got shot Used to bang on my n***a That's life on the block That's peer pressure for your a** Girl, tell me how I can destroy your past You growing up, didn't know no better And I'm blowing up, my show got better You create some shine you know what's next up Streets start talking, name getting brought up Hop on now cause the train ain't stopping Used to try my hardest Still wanna be an artist Never was a rapper didn't wanna be trapped in At school, no work, just a black pen Composition pad where the kid wrote raps in That's where I got sleeping in cla** Never really dozed off but we dream so fast Leave my past and stay in my dome At the hotel I just stay in my room Stuck in my zone Answer my phone Say I'm a catch my flight and I'm coming back home [Chorus:] Please don't let me go I just wanna know Told you not to leave And I promise we will grow Life is like a garden Don't end where you started Remind me of that feeling When I wake up in the morning [Verse 2:] Take you out to eat Bring out the freak Can't tell you everything it's about to be She know a young n***a stunting Only dumb n***as fronting Never run from the money Give you a run for your money Customized Greatly Same young Casey For a number pen I'm about to cop everything Enjoy wins and the things that life brings She go to school & church, that's wifey Young Veggies, Young Veggies It's Young what? I'll say it again You'll fall in love if you gave me a chance Trying to make me a man but I already am Love of the game Don't put trust in the fame Full of wack a** lames throwing salt in your name That was just to let you know Watch what you get into Cause these f**ing streets ain't what they cracked up to be Hate in my heart Never been scared Got another thing coming if you matching up with me On my way to stardom Never was about problems So my cousin going to handle that a** for free I shaded up and I got better New whip I dropped cheddar That new joint I'm going to met her And I'm just ignoring my phone ringing like... [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Let it go then let me know If you find out what your mind about Ain't nothing better than a brand new mindset Plus a rolex and spot to spend time at Buying that if you figure where your grind at I speak about it a lot because I'm about that In the back of the check she wasn't out here Boy, I need your respect? I swear we don't care Real come at your neck to get the whole spread Break it down and inspect to get it whole sale Got cash in my pocket at the hotel Having fun living life like oh well She got the arc in the back So I know it ain't flat Girl show me where it's at So I can go on and attack She inspire me High off life, man The hit of that irony worth a whole lifespan Real young black n***a from the hood Getting money from the white man And my girl light skin Lot of rappers say all that good music doubting Then my whole city been holding me down proudly Might press CD's and I'm outie Bottle of Moscato and me and my girl about it Whole world yours Learned that on Illmatic Swear I been had it Just had to grab it I'm a sinner And I know it But God made me feel so heroic n***as be talking Never even show it Got something to say? Feel free I'm open Roll with my music Taught a lot of n***as how to move quick Since I made up my mind I'm gonna do it back in '06 Shout out to my n***as that are no longer here That don't mean them dudes died They just no longer here Got to learn to do it for yourself And no longer fear All the negative sh** that people throw in your ear If I'm a do it I'm a be great Just tell me if you relate You punchline a** rappers represent the sh** that we hate Cause everything I spit helped me cop new Prada Got new flows and I got new money Young'n on his sh** And my brother need a whip And he had half of his Here go $2200 Bro I got you [Chorus]