Grew Up a Screw Up

Grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, to the game
And fuckin' blew up

I blew up before I grew up
Got introduced to the game
Now I'm at they head like crew cuts
Suit up and lace your boots up, it's war time
It's Weezy baby, no crying, no lying
These motherfuckers is slippin'
They better hold on
They trippin' like Cedric and Solange
I flow like I'm headless, no mind
I can say don't rhyme and it's gonna rhyme
I'm so fresh
I should be smacked like Dee Barnes
And you get smacked like a
Baseball by B bonds i'm to the point
I could kill a nigga with three lines
Watch this with, three, lines
We got that Tussin and blunts
Is dipped three times
We light them motherfuckers up
And get tree high
And in the game I'm manning up like Eli
RIP BI

Grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, to the game
And fuckin' blew up

Believe that i say, I say believe that
I got my nigga Tity Boi duffle bag boss
Yessir (Weezy whats happenin')

Gucci belt, Gucci glasses
Four door coupe and the roof no magic voila
So don't worry 'bout my other profession
Cause it, I send shots in the other direction
The old me the Rollie, the new me the ruby
Jacuzzi, the movies
The groupies, the two pieces
And all the animals that dearly departed
Know that my mink game is really retarted
I pumped a few packs, caught a few charges
Made a few stacks and drove a few carses
I go to the mall and buy a few closets
The rap Fernando Vargas
Got my hand on my strap aimed at my target
Duffle bag boy in some high-top Pradas
Get it, straight killin em'
I push weight and move pack
Duffle bag boys in the front
Young Money in the back

Grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, to the game
And fuckin' blew up