Grew Up Screw Up

(How bad do you wanna be successful?

I said I wanna make money!

When you want to be succeed as bad as you wanna breathe, then you'll be successful!)

[verse 1]
Straight from the bottom where the ground be
Young nappy head nigga they would clown me
Then I grew up
And blew up
Built a Lil crew up
Now everybody rush to surround me
Look I Knew I was the man at 20
Next step try to be the man of my city
Steady havin flashbacks
Checks, couldn't cash that
Cause I would over draft in my bank
Nigga Fuck that
Now how
Ima land in rova
Gave up on ball
Kus I rather be hova
I told ya
I master keyed shit
And passed the weed wit
Kus master p said I was soulja
Look
I never grind for the moment
My grind for the future
I'm grinding to own it
These niggas tryna get it
For the second
I'm gettin it for the minute
And whenever I get it
I'm tryna own it provolone it
I'm gettin cheese in the morning....
While most of these niggas
Is still yawnin
While most of these niggas
Be tryna hit it in the morning
I'm tryna go jcole on it
These hoes got the game all twisted ridiculous
Put my logo on
You can't miss it
And put on for the team
And get everyone get a ring
Throw it off the glass
Ima Shawn kemp it
Boom
Ima going commando
My niggas
They trap out
The bando
No I ain't drake
But I'm still in the race
I be killin these beats
Like I'm Rambo
Crossing my T's
Like I'm rondo
And dottin my I's
On my checks too
I'm tryna get paid fool...
They keep tellin me I'm next up
Shit I hope so..

[Chorus]
I grew up a screw up
So fuck what they say
Cause my nigga I need this

I grew up a screw up
Don't worry bout hate
Hell, they hated on Jesus

I grew up a screw up
But now they all know me
Like Kelly and regious

I grew up a screw up.... Fuck

(I said I wanna make money!)

[verse 2]
Straight from the bottom where the ground be
Little nappy head nigga, they would clown me
Till I started doing shows
Fuckin these niggas hoes
And take them to the room
Watever I say goes
Real shit
I'm the man now
Hands down
Tell me how you ballin homie
Wit yo hands out
Tell me how you really on
Wit no mixtape
Stay humbleee
And try n get ya shit straight
My team stay cliqued up
Never switched up
All that hatin shit can miss us
Tryna diss us
Few niggas got dismissed but
Never lift up
I'm just waiting on my big cut
Get the picture
Real shit nigga
Everybody thinking they the shit nigga
Nobody really wanna play they role
But if you played yo role
Then you'd prolly get rich nigga
And well
I'm tryna get rich
Pull up in new 6
In the hood
Of the niggas that hated
Open up the door
Then I pull off with they bitch
This the life that I dreamed of
And schemed up
Now I gotta get my cream up
And my team up
Everybody got a dream but...
You do nothing with it
You ain't shit bruh
Look

FLS till the break lights
If they break right
Then it's bound to be a great night
Use a stake knife
I been eatin all day and night
Try to take mines
And ima take life's
(x2)

(Chorus)

(You dropped out like I dropped out, I know you feelin me E!

E I need five thousand dollars to get this thing off

I said " WHAT, YOU NEED HOW MUCH?!"

Who gave me five grand when I was in Michigan State doin my program?!

I didn't have no budget! But I didn't need a budget, I had a dream!)