How Much We Grew
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Yeah this next joint right here
Is dedicated to all my niggas that I love
All the niggas that held it down with me through the whole shit
From the beginning of the fort, to the now current day of the fort
From the beginning and the birth of this whole shit
To the now success of this whole shit
And all my peoples that be holdin it down for their peoples
Riding with them through thick and thin, love y'all niggas
Peep it
[Chorus]
1, 2
Every time I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas
1, 2
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas
Now, this how the shit all started
Was like doctors of ? I was being conceived kinda retarded
Like, and while my moms was conceiving this beautiful baby
Doctors was the this woman's stress out of this Jamaican lady
Pops beef and straight carrying on
Nobody realizing how the god was now being born
Hey yo, yo, 1, 2
While they was wildin and shit
They couldn't even find my pulse, sonogram on the frisk
So, they tried a natural birth, but had to stop production
Baby stuck all up in the womb, another malfunction
1, 2
And now the doctors discover
They had to cut this lady's gut, and see-section me out of my mother
Pop duke could only sit and ask why
Looked up in the sky and begged for mercy from the most high
C'mon, now, 1, 2
See now the day would feel blessed
Watching the birth of a precious baby life manifest
See how that bugged me out
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That shit, that type shit be bugging me out cause
Ya know niggas, nigga look back
To them days when you know shit is kinda ill like ya know what I mean?
Nigga, niggas like fall out, you know what I mean?
Motherfuckers is, niggas live long enough to look back and shit and
Laugh and shit, ya know what I mean?
Young and learning shit that started is thick
Started inquiring a lot, started using my dick
Like I knew it all but I wasn't really knowing and shit
Bugging when my pubic hairs started growing and shit
Now hold up, a young nigga now a couple years pass
Searching desperate to experience my first piece of ass
Now, getting into mischief and caught my first arrest
Started smoking weed and started totin on them cigarettes
Eyes bloodshot like I was staring at a high beam
Nigga only twelve so why he looking like he nineteen?
1, 2
The fast life baby, young with an old soul
From the past life baby
A young nigga wanted things and wanted money quick
Ambitious on the Amtrak, wit a quarter brick
My nigga, 1, 2
It got hot in the streets
My nigga campaign the cops who started walking the beat, my nigga
Trouble causing too much problems just me and my brother
Made mommy a grandma and shacked up with my baby mother
Now it a seed, I was always ready to clap shit
Struggling, so then I start fucking 'round with this rap shit
Moved to Long Island and got up with a few niggas
Believing we could show the world we was the Leaders Of the New niggas
A crew of niggas that was hot like an infirmary
Blazing til they started acting like bitches internally
So now, Flipmode is how we own it fo' sho
Tried to fuck with niggas but I couldn't do it no more
Fo rilla, 1, 2
And then I got with some niggas
Always wit it to multiply the gross and double the figgas
And then I, hit with bombs and hold a stack in my palms
Whipping Bentleys, floss icy shit and take care of moms
Give the local little old man a job as my chauffeur
Hold it down for all my niggas til the movement is over
It's kinda beautiful
[Chorus: Repeats]
Yeah, ya know what I mean?
How we have acquired so much
Where we can look back and, and actually laugh and lavish
In the, in the, in the moment
As we prime in life
Look at how we, we struggled all this way and went through the bullshit
Motherfucking, little obstacles
Situations they try to set up for niggas to fucking fall off
And lose they hard earned shit, ya know what I mean?
I holds it down for my niggas though
Give my last to my niggas
All the niggas that was wit me through the whole shit
Love y'all niggas, word
My Flipmode niggas, man
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