Garden

[Intro: Casey Veggies] Aw man Damn Right back at 'em Way better Volume 3 [Verse 1: Casey Veggies] Way more smarter than my last tape I get way more harder when that ass shake With my shit in that, I get in that With the thought in my head like I hope it lasts Real young boy that's making cash I'm realizing I can make it stack For a rainy day when it ain't coming back We young niggas, we fresh swag Got the whole world in the bag Roof in the grass now his speakers on blast Oh shit, made it to the news stands As I grind hard in these new jeans I never ever stop from where the weather really hot Where the homie ran the streets and that's why he got shot Used to bang on my nigga, that's why he hit the block That's some peer pressure for your ass Girl, tell me how I can destroy your past You growing up, didn't know no better And I'm blowing up, my show got better When you create some shine you know what's next up Streets start talking, name getting brought up Hop on now cause this train ain't stopping Used to try my hardest, still wanna be an artist Never was a rapper, didn't wanna be trapped in At school, no work, just a black pen Composition pad where the kid wrote raps in That's where I got sleeping in class Never really dozed off but we dream so fast I'm leaving my past, let it stay in my dome At the hotel I just stay in my room Stuck in my zone, answer my phone Said I'mma catch my flight and I'm coming back home [Hook] Please don't let me go I just wanna know Told you not to leave And I promised we would grow Life is like a garden You'll end where you started Remind me of that feeling When I wake up in the morning Gotta let it go [Verse Two: Casey Veggies] Take you out to eat, bring out the freak Can't tell you everything that it's 'bout to be She know a young nigga stunting Only dumb niggas fronting Never run from the money Give you a run for your money Customized Greatly, same young Casey 4-number pin and I'm about to cop everything She enjoy wins and the thrills that life brings She go to school and church, that's wifey Young Veggies, Young Veggies This Young what? I'll say it again You would fall in love if you gave me a chance Trying to make me a man but I already am Love of the game, don't put trust in the fame Full of wack ass lames throwing salt in your name That was just to let you know Watch what you get into Cause these fucking streets ain't what it's cracked up to be Hate in my heart Never been scared Got another thing coming if you match up with me On my way to stardom Never was about problems So my cuzzo going to handle that action for free I shaded up and I got better New whip, I dropped cheddar In that new joint, I'm gon' met her And I just ignore 'em, my phone ringing like… [Hook: Casey Veggies] [Verse Three: Casey Veggies] Let it go then let me know If you find out what your mind 'bout Ain't nothing better than a brand new mindset Plus a Rolex and spot to spend time at Find that when you figure where your grind at I speak about it a lot because I'm 'bout that In the back getting checks, she wasn't out there Boy, I need your respect, I swear we don't care We don't come at your neck, we get the whole spread Break it down into specs and send it whole sale Got cash in my pocket at the hotel Having fun living life like oh well She got the arc in the back So I know it ain't flat Girl show me where it's at So I can go on and attack She inspire me High off life, man A hit of that irony worth a whole lifespan Real young black nigga from the hood Getting money from the white man And my girl light skin Lot of rappers say "all the people used to doubt me" But my whole city been holding me down proudly Might catch C.V. chilling out in Maui Bottle of Moscato and me and my girl 'bout it Whole world yours Learned that on Illmatic Swear I been had it Just had to grab it I'm a sinner And I know it But God made me feel so heroic Niggas be talking Never even show it Got something to say? Feel free I'm open Roll with my music Taught a lot of niggas how to move quick Since I made my mind up I'mma do it back in '06 Shout out to my niggas that ain't no longer here That don't mean them dudes died They just no longer here Got to learn to do it for yourself And no longer fear All that negative shit that people throw in your ear If I'mma do it I'mma be great Just tell me if you relate You punchline-ass rappers represent the shit that we hate Cause everything I spit helped me cop new Prada Got new flows and I got new money Young'n on his shit And my brother need a whip And he had half of his Here go $2200 Bro I got you [Hook]