XV - Wicked Witches Lyrics
I grew up 'round broken homes and picket fences(It's a twister, It's a twister)I grew up 'round gettin' money and gettin' *****es(Doesn't anybody believe me?)I grew up 'round broken homes and picket fencesNot yellow roads and wicked witchesI grew up 'round gettin' money and gettin' *****esNot yellow roads and wicked witchesI grew up 'round broken homes and picket fencesNot yellow roads and wicked witches (That's right!)I grew up 'round gettin' money and gettin' *****es (Unh)Not yellow roads and wicked witchesWelcome to the city of poker faces the Land of Bluffin' (unh)Hoes jump in relationships to land a husband (yeah)In the plains with plain *****es and gang bangers (right)I'm in the crib turning the closest to plane hangerWhen niggas don't fight fair when they fight here (unh)You gotta fight fear every night in your nightmaresBut when the sunshine, we outside in the nice airIn a nice chair, watching planes fly by hereWe on a mission cause these dreams we envisionAre bigger than the vicinity that we decide to live inSo guys wanna be fly and girls wanna be flySo moving from these confines is the only incision (right)Trying to find my future through rhymes I'm reminiscingOf the empty buildings and roads for wicked witchesNumbers from pretty *****es at North Rock gettin' digits (right)Going the quick trip when niggas is quit trippin'You get it?I grew up 'round broken homes and picket fences (yeah)Not yellow roads and wicked witches (uh-huh)I grew up 'round gettin' money and gettin' *****es (yeah)Not yellow roads and wicked witchesI grew up 'round harlots that get liftedNot yellow roads and wicked witchesI grew up 'round psychos that handle businessNot yellow roads and wicked witchesMusic's my sanctuary, [?] born in FebruaryFeel the air with carbon monoxide, cigs and MaryMy archives from my view from my city, Benny PittyTo rap this way, the sky's picked my, made me grittyMy grind harder, what has built me, don't be sillyWhen I show skills, it's to remove myself from all the gimmicksI can't be scenic, into win itI gotta clean my image or I won't be able to get itThis ain't a scrimmage, time is ticking, it's my turn to kick inI'm burning incense, the Blair Witches blunt, I'm hittingDrop out of school because the way I learned was hella differentThese textbooks made me buy [?], what was missingI rap like it was religious, Russel SimmonsPlaying games with no ankle finishIs worth more than mentions, sharing beautiful existenceCompetition got us angry at each other trying to hold positionNot yellow roads and wicked witchesI grew up 'round harlots that get liftedNot yellow roads and wicked witchesI grew up 'round psychos that handle businessNot yellow roads and wicked witchesI grew up 'round broken homes and picket fencesNot yellow roads and wicked witchesI grew up 'round gettin' money and gettin' *****esNot yellow roads and wicked witches(Everything gonna be different after we die. We ain't gonna be hungryAin't gonna be pain, ain't gonna be suffering. Won't go through this again. After we die. After we die, oh wow, oh wow-wow! After we die it's all gonna be good. Have all the money we need after we die. Have all the food we need after we die. Have a nice house like the rich folk, after we die. After we die, after we die, we can live like [?] after we die hallelujah!)I grew up around kids battling cancerWho knew that chemo-therapy ain't a definite answerBut now I'm a grown man, stay on my feetFor the sole purpose to black out on the beatMy mother, aunt, uncle, and grandparents under that same roofRaised in the generation that's capable to raise youWe ain't have the best of the best, homie we made dueWe don't waist food and if you ate, you should be gratefulSaturday at Barry Sanders, football in the snowBiggest rivalry in the city, Bulldogs and the CoatsOnly gotta a season in before cancer got in the wayI wanted to walk again, then I had to give up my legsNow I'm Diddy boppin' I'm not limpin'We march to the beat of a drum but chy'all don't hear itCause mine is different and I won't deny itYou though Hip Hop was your ally, you just adopted itI was born in it and molded by itI grew up around kids battling cancerWho knew that chemo-therapy ain't a definite answerBut now I'm a grown man, stay on my feetFor the sole purpose to black out on the beat
