Lyrics Ground Up - Timpmo

I put my trust in my glock and I'ma thug it you always tombout
Money playing games like jumanji this shit right here get redundant
I built this label from the ground up ground up no co-signs
I had to round off this shit don't seem real but I'm willing to take
Whatever they give me the nosebleeds DA threw a dime hold your
Head like your nose bleeding in that cell all alone thinking
Bout all the shit my daddy told me the hustle chose me I was
Green hoes working me hitting licks with bitch niggas you gone
Be the first to see niggas writing statements perfectly you on
Payroll they solving that shit easily I'm in that pussy do you
Feel me got caught in a nigga crib he ain't kill me I want that
Bread like a pigeon too much friction when you tryna shit like
A infants niggas turned state in a instant that's what turned
Me ignorant ugh yeah hytech for coffee my city like
The new watson that clean have them Js marching I'm on the tabs what
That pussy cost me I know they watching I done seen bitches
Take 3 dicks and film it off the molly I built this label
From the ground up ground Up up no co-signs I had to round
Off round off I built this label from the ground up ground Up
Up no co-signs I had to round off round off round Off Built2last
Round Off I had to round off I'm crashing out if you think
You gone take some from me you wasn't thugging with us had no love
For me ashes to ashes dust to dust butterball had my heart
Fucked up kingstons finest remember rhyming we was minors told me to
Keep going they gone sign me I want to rewind it you was cremated
Thats my biggest reminder cant trust niggas fuck that bitch she kept a
Nigga blinded keep that iron so many lost and found I know the
Assignment niggas coming in between my family they gone take the
Minus project living wasn't no chuck cheese we was out the same
Box same nigga stuart little all these games being played had me
In disbelief that shit hurt me felt like a 100 niggas tackling me
Juvenile was a stepping stone fuck a foster home niggas beat a
Body dead to the wrong these niggas ain't gangsta they unknown
I put on for my city but they treat me like I visit
And this ain't home this aint home home bow yeet