Whyjae - Grew Up Screw Up lyrics

(How bad do you wanna be successful? I said I wanna make money! When you want to be succeed as bad as you wanna breathe, then you'll be successful!) [verse 1] Straight from the bottom where the ground be Young nappy head n***a they would clown me Then I grew up And blew up Built a Lil crew up Now everybody rush to surround me Look I Knew I was the man at 20 Next step try to be the man of my city Steady havin flashbacks Checks, couldn't cash that Cause I would over draft in my bank n***a f** that Now how Ima land in rova Gave up on ball Kus I rather be hova I told ya I master keyed sh** And pa**ed the weed wit Kus master p said I was soulja Look I never grind for the moment My grind for the future I'm grinding to own it These n***as tryna get it For the second I'm gettin it for the minute And whenever I get it I'm tryna own it provolone it I'm gettin cheese in the morning.... While most of these n***as Is still yawnin While most of these n***as Be tryna hit it in the morning I'm tryna go jcole on it These hoes got the game all twisted ridiculous Put my logo on You can't miss it And put on for the team And get everyone get a ring Throw it off the gla** Ima Shawn kemp it Boom Ima going commando My n***as They trap out The bando No I ain't drake But I'm still in the race I be k**in these beats Like I'm Rambo Crossing my T's Like I'm rondo And dottin my I's On my checks too I'm tryna get paid fool... They keep tellin me I'm next up sh** I hope so.. [Chorus] I grew up a screw up So f** what they say Cause my n***a I need this I grew up a screw up Don't worry bout hate Hell, they hated on Jesus I grew up a screw up But now they all know me Like Kelly and regious I grew up a screw up.... f** (I said I wanna make money!) [verse 2] Straight from the bottom where the ground be Little nappy head n***a, they would clown me Till I started doing shows f**in these n***as hoes And take them to the room Watever I say goes Real sh** I'm the man now Hands down Tell me how you ballin homie Wit yo hands out Tell me how you really on Wit no mixtape Stay humbleee And try n get ya sh** straight My team stay cliqued up Never switched up All that hatin sh** can miss us Tryna diss us Few n***as got dismissed but Never lift up I'm just waiting on my big cut Get the picture Real sh** n***a Everybody thinking they the sh** n***a Nobody really wanna play they role But if you played yo role Then you'd prolly get rich n***a And well I'm tryna get rich Pull up in new 6 In the hood Of the n***as that hated Open up the door Then I pull off with they b**h This the life that I dreamed of And schemed up Now I gotta get my cream up And my team up Everybody got a dream but... You do nothing with it You ain't sh** bruh Look FLS till the break lights If they break right Then it's bound to be a great night Use a stake knife I been eatin all day and night Try to take mines And ima take life's (x2) (Chorus) (You dropped out like I dropped out, I know you feelin me E! E I need five thousand dollars to get this thing off I said " WHAT, YOU NEED HOW MUCH?!" Who gave me five grand when I was in Michigan State doin my program?! I didn't have no budget! But I didn't need a budget, I had a dream!)