AJ Bank$y and Mike Abstrakt - Growed Up (feat. Da Real AG)

Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
We recording? Aite
Yeah
I do the regular 87, been driving for days
Ain't got no digital dash, but I did the dash anyway
I'm overspeed by like 20, my engine sound like a plane
I'm in a race for the money, you haters not in my lane
I need a knot in my pocket so big it's hard to explain
I need a deal with an option I could extend if I stay
I took a trip out to Brooklyn, almost extended my stay
But I'll be back in the summer, more energetic and paid
I took a look at my credit, it look like Rayven Chanel
Can't do no faking just dead it, that's unprogressive as hell
I left a tip that was 30 percent, I know how it goes
I used to work in the clearance, like 30 minutes a row
My boss like “you gon get quicker”, I'm like “yeah we gon see nigga”
I left and tripled my figures, can't do residual interest
I'd rather buy it in cash, and then let my mom do the math
And then hit the bank and just laugh, and then buy lil shorty a bag
It's just me, Sha, and Sakima, I miss when cuz had the bimmer
Was taking trips down to Broward, that Haitian food give me powers
I saw my ex, that was awkward, cause I was high and wasn't talking
You know when energy off and that gas had me in a coffin
I almost died on the side of the road, was all in the grass
That's probably happened too often, let's leave the past in the past
Ain't popped a bean since my homie from Dade had joined him a frat
I'm just progressive and black, that's why they all on my back, yeah
I done growed up, I done glo'd up
Never fold up, thought I said I'ma soldier
I done growed up, I done glo'd up
Never fold up, thought I said I'ma soldier
Big thangs popping over here my boy
They ain't let us in the building but we here my boy
I'ma need a hunnid bands for the year my boy
Put that money to my ear so I can hear my boys
I was the one
I was the one, I was the one
Top of the class, foot on the gas, smooth with the tongue
Ridin' round with my niggas, it was three in the back but two in the front
Bust a couple of swishers, it was three in the pack
Put two in the blunt
ATL really raised a nigga, 229 gave me life
GT really paid a nigga but the Westside gave me stripes
I was that nigga for real, all I wanted was designer
I see in my future a Jag and a Ghost, lemme set a reminder
I see in my future a Rollie the ice on it changing the climate
'Member I used to play Game Boy Advance I was sittin in my daddy recliner
Now when I get in the game I'll be stackin advances until I retire
Promise we made us a wave, we keepin it rollin until we expire
All of my verses is blazin, you niggas is frozen I'm fresh out the dryer
Remember when back in the days I was prayin so hard that it all would get better
Now I wake up in the mornin and crush me a omelette with spinach and cheddar
Throw on a fit and meet up with my niggas discussin the spinach and cheddar
Ten thousand hours I stayed with the pen and the pad now my shit a Beretta
My shit gettin better
I'm jottin the letters, yo bih gettin wetter, I'm light as a feather
Countin the feta with all of my fellas, we rowdy as hell like we Roddy or Rebel
We rowdy as hell like we poppin a pepper
Like Peter the Piper popped up with a pistol
My pen is a viper my tool is a pencil
Hell wit a rifle, I kill instrumentals
Eat on a beat never needed utensils
I'm chasin the title I need the credentials
My nigga called said he needed a feature
I told the bro Bank$y I'm down for whatever
Pray all of my niggas we get rich together
The music is real so we'll be here forever
Jizzle
I done growed up, I done glo'd up
Never fold up, thought I said I'ma soldier
I done growed up, I done glo'd up
Never fold up, thought I said I'ma soldier
Big thangs popping over here my boy
They ain't let us in the building but we here my boy
I'ma need a hunnid bands for the year my boy
Put that money to my ear so I can hear my boys
I done growed up, I done glo'd up
I done growed up, I done glo'd up

Written by:
Adrian Gardner, AJ Banksy

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