Growth - M Huncho

The first of his name, the first of his kind

Last of a dying breed

Some people build a foundation

He’s here to build a legacy, the definition of what authentic is

See, I thought for a long time, would there be someone special?

Would there be someone that holds the world in the palm of their hands?

Well, I guess there is

No matter how many times they try to bury him

He will rise through the dirt, because theirs only one, and there will always

be one

Huncholini the 1st

When I go through shit, I grow through shit

Ready for the apocalypse (Grr)

I’m bakin' & waitin' for dough to stretch

Every day I’m saying money, just randomly, while I be walking I got Tourettes

I wish I got more for less

Sometimes it’s better its less for more

I just left, and I settled my scores (Woo)

Bankrolls, it’s all in my drawers (Cash)

Open the roof while I’m smokin' a spliff

It goes wherever I go, open the door and I’m coach and the reff'

I just spent 8 in the T, if your up in the bando, you already know what that is

(Trap)

Tried university but, I just made it straight out from the streets

Put a rest to the fuckin' degree (Stop)

Please don’t go pass a degree

Some people get used to the sea

Some people get used to defeat

I got defeated, I ran up some G’s (Cash, cash, cash)

Huncholini just ran out receipts

Fans asking «Why don’t I release?»

I grab the pack and I go an' release (Ah)

And theirs always a fee

Cash, ruled everything round' me

It was never about the cream

Everything in the room is so green

And I ain’t droppin' on stage

Nah, I flip money I’m turning the page

On the local Gazette, to see if my people were just fucking caught in the

Wraith (Skrrt)

I need back all the love that I gave

Every ounce of respect that I gained

Was purely deserved on my name

They can’t put me in the mud now I name

I just put four in a cup, sit and determine the place

You’re not in my league, we can’t ever engage

In conversation that’s mentally strange

My mother was burning some sage

Keep 'em away, the devil and fakes

The fakes and the devil put dark into pebs

Please get outta my way (Get outta my way)

Got Cartier on me, hey (Hey)

Can’t be a bum and there is no pay (Ah)

I bought a gun call it Ray

I be the nephew that’s holding it, hey