Project Pat - Grew Up lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Aye Dolph I'm on the Paper Route too n***a [Hook x2] My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood But I grew up and made a living off a d** Seventy G's invested in my own whip 72 Chevelle same color as the Crips [Verse 1 : Young Dolph] 72 Chevelle same color as the Crips Same color diamonds in my motherf**ing ears The pastor in the church selling my grandmamma O's Dolph in the hood, counting money, selling 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 this ain't enough Super sport with wet paint, big feet I pull up and k** sh**, 6 feet One street, 3 spots, a 100 pounds 8 scales, 10 straps, a 1000 rounds [Hook x2] [Verse 2 : Young Scooter] My partner gang bang but I ain't joined the gang Scooter run the f**ing Black Amigo money gang 50 thousand dollar ring, watch plain Jane My n***a Low key Cali creeping and he ain't bust a brain I do a lot of Cali business, they got cheap things Flush this sh**, I know I'm never going broke again Memphis Tenn', Paper Route Flying packs landing at the juug house I grew up a hustler trappin' at my mama house When she go to work I turn it to a crack house 72 Chevelle same color the Crips Dope with no smell, it go for 26 [Hook x2] [Verse 3 : Project Pat] Patter flip off, money like a wendy's burglar Start big, I'm for a young n***a on a curber Run to, "casa" hustle crack off the worker Play with my dough, chop a bullet, might just murk ya He said if I turned, mo b**h only twenty Sellin' pills and weed, I was getting money Just another n***a made a million off a words Police arrest me like I made a million off a birds I flip the strip and made a lick, I'm the sh** like a turd That choppa blow yo' a** away, yo' shoe left on the curb A n***a gotta make a way ‘cause I ain't trynna loose I ain't giving up, oh sh** you can call me Scrooge [Hook x2]