[Intro]

(As a yout did sports in college)

(I never made that draft)

(I was in the bad ting, gainin' knowledge)

(Tryna split that 'caine in half)

Look

[Chorus]

As a yout did sports in college

I never made that draft

I was with the bad ting, gainin' knowledge

Tryna split that 'caine in half

Could've went state-side, but I weren't on it

Me and bro had to hit that graft

You can keep that deal, I don't want it

I can stretch it to make it last

I stepped out on the plug, 'cause he raised the price

I don't owe him, G

American ting saw the Rambo live, she said "OMG"

I'm in old mans kitchen workin' whitе, put the O in G's

I made a million quid, and I still got my ying

That's the Grovе in me (Traceo)

[Verse 1]

The ends raised man wrong and right

See, I know what's right and wrong

But I still gave brodie the .44 long

And I wish that was just for a song

But the block that we hugged, these kids don't know

Their best man could go snitch

I had no help when I was broke

But they want my help now the kid got rich

I seen kids that take out ribs like Georges Christen [?]

I know people ****

Who just wanna put more tape on strips

You can't impress man with sticks

My team got kids with extendo clips

I don't care 'bout indirects, live and direct

When I'm at man's crib

I'm in a west-end two-man deep three yings

Don't judge me, I love my life

I told mum "I won't slip and die"

So I stay with pack when the block's to fire

Only gonna leave my crib for a check or a plaque

How many more hits can I get?

You niggas come like Steph Curry

With the verbal flex that's nothin' but net

[Chorus]

As a yout did sports in college

I never made that draft

I was with the bad ting, gainin' knowledge

Tryna split that 'caine in half

Could've went state-side, but I weren't on it

Me and bro went to hit that graft

You can keep that deal, I don't want it

I can stretch it to make it last

I stepped out on the plug, 'cause he raised the price

I don't owe him, G

American ting saw the Rambo live, she said "OMG"

I'm in a old man's kitchen workin' white, put the O in G's

I made a million quid, and I still got my ying

That's the Grove in me

[Verse 2]

I did five-hundred-million streams in a year

I don't think I'm clear, but, let me just be clear

We're made in the mud, so we keep one near

Me and D almost caught one live on a maze

One bust for the youth right here (Why?)

Cah they would've had man doing toilet wine, and three moms doin' up tears

I get faked by the steps I take and the moves I make

Man love Loons when I had no cake

Know a nigga show love, but I know shit's fake

Man want a Z

Man want a handout

Man want a gun

Man want the bands out

Man want soul

Man want a send-out

Man said I sold-out

Can't get the fans out

Spent like a hundred racks on kicks

And I might go fast cos Bond street's empty

Mix it, don't tempt me

My opps they mad, cah their ice is empty

Tell these niggas that's screamin' my name to a chick, man, I hope that your chatty mouth pays you

Don't like 'em, my reapers take you

Go bill a line, big [?] won't save you

[Chorus]

As a yout did sports in college

I never made that draft

I was with the bad ting, gainin' knowledge

Tryna split that 'caine in half

Could've went state-side, but I weren't on it

Me and bro went to hit that craft

You can keep that deal, I don't want it

I can stretch it to make it last

I stepped out on the plug, 'cause he raised the price

I don't owe him, G

American ting saw the Rambo live, she said "OMG"

I'm in a old man's kitchen workin' white, put the O in G's

I made a million quid, and I still got my ying

That's the groove in me

[Outro]

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