Lyrics [Intro - Spoken] You can buy a bag… Or you can build a garden. One keeps you smoking. The other makes you sovereign. [Verse 1] I don’t want a mystery nug in a plastic sack, Six months old with the terpenes cracked. Rushed off the branch, dried hot for the sale, Pretty on the outside, but the flavor went stale. I want to know what was poured in the dirt, What made her thrive, what made her hurt. I watched every leaf, every fade, every flaw, From a helmet-headed seed to a glittering cola. I chose the genetics, I hunted the line, Kept the loudest sister with the clearest high. Cut her at the moment when the resin said “now,” That kind of quality ain’t bought—it’s grown. [Pre-Chorus] Clean hands, clean water, patience and light, You don’t rush excellence into existence overnight. Every jar on the shelf is a season I know— If you care what you smoke, then grow your own! [Chorus - Gang Vocals] Grow your own! Grow your own! Quality lives where the roots have grown! Fill those jars, stack abundance at home, Never let an empty bag sit on the throne! Grow your own! Grow your own! Know every input, every seed you’ve sown! From the soil to the smoke, every trichome known— If you want the best weed, better grow your own! [Verse 2] Store-bought flower may glitter and shine, But a camera can’t photograph the shape of the high. Does it open your mind? Does it muddy your head? Was it harvested living or commercially dead? I can chase that electric, euphoric ascent, Or the heavy night medicine that folds up the tent. I can breed for the mango, the fuel, and the funk, Not whatever moved fastest from a warehouse trunk. Slow-dry the branches, let the chlorophyll leave, Cure it in darkness—give the chemistry weeks. Crack open the jar and the whole room knows: That smell is the difference when you grow your own. [Pre-Chorus] No middleman guessing what matters to me, I selected the flower from the phenotype tree. Every harvest teaches what the next one should know— The garden gets smarter when you grow your own! [Chorus - Gang Vocals] Grow your own! Grow your own! Quality lives where the roots have grown! Fill those jars, stack abundance at home, Never let an empty bag sit on the throne! Grow your own! Grow your own! Know every input, every seed you’ve sown! From the soil to the smoke, every trichome known— If you want the best weed, better grow your own! [Bridge - Dub Breakdown] One seed becomes a mother, One mother fills a room. One room becomes a harvest, Every branch becomes a boon. Abundance isn’t greed— It’s medicine without fear. It’s enough to share with people And still have jars next year. [Call and Response] Who chose the seed? (WE DID!) Who fed the roots? (WE DID!) Who kept the keeper? (WE DID!) Then we know the truth! [Final Chorus - Double Time] Grow your own! Grow your own! Make the garden your laboratory and home! Breed for the flavor, the vigor, the stone, Turn one little seed into a kingdom you own! Grow your own! Grow your own! Let the dispensary dust keep sitting there alone! Fresh flower, full jars, and a pedigree known— The road to better cannabis is growing your own! [Outro] You can purchase somebody else’s harvest… Or master your own. Plant the seed.
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