Grew Up lyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter & Young Dolph]
Memphis team, Paper Route (Go, go)
Flyin' packs landin' in the jugg house
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, Dolph
I’m on the Paper Route too n*gga
I’m on the Paper Route too n*gga

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Invest, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips (Yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
72 Chevelle same color as the Crips
Same color diamonds in my motherf*cking ears (Ayy)
The pastor in the church selling my grandmama hope
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 two hundred bands and said this ain’t enough (Damn)
Super sport with wet paint, big feet (Woah, damn)
I pull up and kill sh*t, six feet (What? Ayy)
One street, three spots, a hunred pounds
Eight scales, ten straps, a thousand rounds
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips (Yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
My partner gang bang but I ain't joined the gang (Nah)
Scooter run the f*cking Black Amigo money gang (What up?)
Fifty thousand dollar ring, watch plain Jane (Watchin')
My n*gga low-key Cali' creeping and he'll bust a brain
I do a lot of Cali business, they got cheap things (Things)
Flush this sh*t, I know I’m never going broke again
Memphis team, Paper Route (Go, go)
Flying packs landing at the jugg house
I grew up a hustler trappin' at my mama house
When she go to work I turn it to a crack house (Yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color the Crips
Dope with no smell, it go for twenty-six (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips (Yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Patta flip off, money like a wendy’s burglar
Start big, I'm for a young n*gga on a curber
Run to casa, hustle crack off the worker
Play with my dough, chop a bullet, might just murk ya (Yeah)
He said if I turned, mo b*tch only twenty
Sellin' pills and weed, I was getting money
Just another n*gga made a million off of words
Police arrest me like I made a million off of birds
I flip the strip and made a lick, I'm the sh*t like a turd
That choppa blow yo' ass away, yo' shoe left on the curb
A n*gga gotta make a way 'cause I ain't tryna loose
I ain't givin' a ho you can call me Scrooge (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips (Yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips