Young Dolph, Young Scooter, Project Pat - Grew Up Lyrics

Memphis team, Paper Route (Go, go)
Flyin' packs landin' in the jugg house
Yeah, yeah ayy, Dolph
I’m on the Paper Route too nigga
I’m on the Paper Route too nigga

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

72 Chevelle same color as the Crips
Same color diamonds in my motherfucking 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 shit, six feet (What? Ayy)
One street, three spots, a hunred pounds
Eight scales, ten straps, a thousand rounds

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

My partner gang bang but I
Ain't joined the gang (Nah)
Scooter run the fucking Black
Amigo money gang (What up?)
Fifty thousand dollar ring, watch plain Jane
(Watchin')
My nigga low-key Cali' creeping and
He'll bust a brain
I do a lot of Cali business
They got cheap things (Things)
Flush this shit
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)

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

Patta flip off, money like a wendy’s burglar
Start big, I'm for a young nigga 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 bitch only twenty
Sellin' pills and weed, I was getting money
Just another nigga 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 shit like a turd
That choppa blow yo' ass away
Yo' shoe left on the curb
A nigga gotta make a way
'cause I ain't tryna loose
I ain't givin' a ho you can call me Scrooge
(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 (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