Grew Up Quick

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I know too many people need to relax
It's facts, stressin', should be countin' blessings
Notice a bald patch and scratch the skin on the scalp
Like help, you're agin' too fast
The gas in my dutch was made for that
What you need?
Chop you up real fast
I got an OZ and three pre's in my hand
I breeze all three of these with my mans
On the block 'cause they stackin' that cash
Need a few grams windin' down from all of that
Momma needs a house and a whip
I'm trying to grind, 'cause I need the same
At the point where I'd push a brick
My girl tell me don't trip
Just relax, it's facts, totin' straps, and livin' fast
Ain't for Gryph The Kid
Or man, 'cause I grew up quick
Fifteen when I first touched tits
Sixteen I was flickin' the bic
Same year first smashed on a chick
Seventeen when I saw my first blick
Eighteen I was poppin' it's lit
Same year when I had my first trip
Nineteen my boy bodied a prick, who raped my ex
Twenty with my friends moved into a crib
Same year they packed up and dipped
Twenty-one first time I contemplated bein' a pimp
Rented the basement to her and only knocked when I needed my grip
Twenty-two when I quit drugs, but I stuck with the 'biss
Three years later I'm on top of my shit
Producing my own tracks and I'm makin' 'em flip
Like boards I just needed to kick
Fake friends to the side, find pride to be a double-sided stick
F*ck around we all gettin' hit
Keep my circle small, 'cause there's snakes when it's big
I'd rather do it by my lonely than be controlled by a bitch
No home with a bitch
My girl knows that I'm him
I don't fight like a kid
No time for the stressin'
Checks when I'm dressin'
Still carry rhymes for protection
Mental instability detection
Built in defences
Demons leave 'em leakin', swinging all directions
Know some niggas who still need correction
Know some yutes in juvenile detention
Baby sentence
Know the niggas on the lettuce
Know some niggas chop 'em up, down to get it
Know some niggas never learned a lesson
Niggas on the west end still totin' on the Wesson
I know too many people need to relax
It's facts, stressin', should be counting blessings
Notice a bald patch and scratch the skin on the scalp
Like help, you're agin' too fast
The gas in my dutch was made for that
What you need?
Chop you up real fast
I got an OZ and three pre's in my hands
I breeze all three of these with my mans
On the block 'cause they stackin' that cash
Need a few grams windin' down from all of that
Momma needs a house and a whip
I'm trying to grind, 'cause I need the same
At the point where I'd push a brick
My girl tell me don't trip
Just relax, it's facts, totin' straps, and livin' fast
Ain't for Gryph The Kid
Or man, 'cause I grew up quick
Or man, 'cause I grew up quick

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