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on that grown shit - deep green lyrics

[verse 1]
hit the trap, i don’t need help
nan’s always telling me to wear my seat belt
cah she knows that i’m up and down
i don’t f*ck around, i got the sh*t to make the fiends melt
touch down around ten*to
getting rid of these packs i intend to
a lotta man are too fake
fam i got pain for the beat, toothache
now let me tell ’em bout the yute days
belly rumbling for like two days
plus my pops working two jobs
but he had to move on, f*ck a minute wage
i was seeing dark nights, bruce wayne
now they’re calling me the bad guy, two*face
cah i’m tryna gеt it in for my yute’s sake
couple man said thеy’re down to ride but they soon changed
now i’m thinking bout them quiet days
no electric, making toast on the fireplace
i made a vow to myself that one day
i’ma get this money in a flash, no 1 day
you think i give a f*ck what the cops say?
they wanna catch me sneaking through the wire like kanye
let me kick my feet up, it’s been a long day
the hood gives me deja vu, beyonce
cause everyday i see the same sh*t
same pigs tryna blend in the plain whips
pr*cks always raiding, wanna find a flake ting
but it’s never there so that’s another warrant wasted
and these snakes got me all debating
a couple mistakes that i must be making
had to ditch all the fake friends
family’s all that’s left and i’ve got some that ain’t blood related
[hook]
now you can do you, i’m on my own sh*t
let ’em act like kids, i’m on that grown sh*t
see i don’t know if you noticed
only a few n*ggas that i roll with
yeah i’m out for the p’s and i’m focused
clocked a couple astra’s and a focus
tried to help a couple n*ggas but they’re hopeless
g i grind hard because money is the motive

[verse 2]
set n*ggas grind for rep
want the finest creps, i just want my life correct
cah i don’t want my yute thinking that his life’s a mess
cah he used to wish for better things when it was time for bed
i know that two bads don’t make a right
but from the trap, two bags is what i made tonight
so somebody tell me suttin
yeah i did this on my own, you never helped with nothing
just me and nigz, light with that b and piff
seeing jibs, f*ck this rap sh*t i ain’t needing it
but the streets fiending it, telling me they’re feeling it
and if i put my life into a book they would be reading it
fam i get loud like a running hoover
brown b*tch aluna, fish scale tuna
cats asking any chance of me coming sooner
i tell ’em “show me the money” like i’m gooding jr
i was never sheltered from crime
growing up i seen gen with a h*ll of a line
a bonafide n*gga, you could tell he was mine
that was back when i couldn’t pay trell for his time
but now i be z shopping in the lion’s lair
but i ain’t in town, you won’t find me there
cah it’s full of broke ass man that be acting real fly
but these n*ggas mad cheap like ryanair
pitching them packs
i like fancy things but i ain’t in it for that
how i’m living is mad
survive off the line so we grind, yeah we sit on the trap
slanging draws while you n*ggas banging wh0res
i’ve been getting round all day selling grams with bone
i tried to show man how to stack the dough
i might as well be speaking to myself like an answerphone
[hook]
now you can do you, i’m on my own sh*t
let ’em act like kids, i’m on that grown sh*t
see i don’t know if you noticed
only a few n*ggas that i roll with
yeah i’m out for the p’s and i’m focused
clocked a couple astra’s and a focus
tried to help a couple n*ggas but they’re hopeless
g i grind hard because money is the motive

- deep green lyrics

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