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Growth Lyrics - Artist : 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' |
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