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yung d.i. - garden lyrics

intro:

aye yo, ion even know where im headed right now
but i’m going there
you know im saying , full speed ahead to
you know im saying. catch me

“this dat or die s— by the way”

verse:

what is yo belief , can’t even get close to me , this just older me , a smarter me that’s why i notice thing /
can’t even serve da fiends , i know da fiends, my cousin was a fiend /
now he writing us from a cell he only see us in his dreams /
this sh-t get deeper then a tunnel built for drug trafficking/
if my bro die in a cell i prolly never rap again /
i grew a garden in a forest had to feed my savages /not average , won’t ask for sh-t , i’m from the bottom like a pit /
or ditch take yo pick it don’t matter cuz they cuz they all the same /
if i get a private jet my sh-t gone look like soul plane /
praying every night to keep them demon off my back , i’m gone keep my wings attached , been in my cave like bat /
put that on god , we gone beat the odd, life’s ah deck of card /
all dem spade done been played you can’t cut my king of hearts /
those who doubted first gone feel it the worst , talking every verse /
when i tried drive it’s like they put me in reverse /
going backwards but i’m moving know it so crazy /
recording n—-s they stealing the sessions they paid me /it’s all good ion trip on it , just learn from it /
u know life is not a race it’s like long journey/

hook:
pray my hardest , felt like a target
i grew a garden , out in ah forrest
i could’ve stave i “put that on god”
grew up like tarzan , i had it hard man
couldn’t switch my deck, had to play my card man
i “put that on god”

ay i get high just find a vibe , and block out them lies
dey won’t see me cry

i “put that on god” x6

verse 2:
still got clout you wilding , still got got cash it piling /
she gone shake a bake no ricky bobby /
making deposit , got be quiet, haters be pocket hating /
money , make these suckers get too pillow talking /
ain’t having no opinion got sh-t popping like a fish fry /
seen my grandma died my mama cried and prayed a 1000 times /
i get high just to find a vibe , ion closed my eyes ion even never get tired , still trying to past this time ,hoping that i survive /
ooo x3 they just really want to be up , be yo plug like when you re up , i drop trip i fye the weed up /
this that real deal holly fiend, my bros got no appeal /
and my homie just got k!lled for a b-tch ain’t even his /
that why you here this you gone wake up pray and count yo blessing /
i’m amen x3 they want treat me like no peasant /
if i fall i get back up , dust myself off den i try again /
dey won’t pull my strings i’m no puppet or a violin/

ay i get high just find a vibe , and block out them lies
dey won’t see me cry

i “put that on god” x6

- yung d i lyrics

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