Grew Up In This

[Produced by Thelonious Martin] [Verse 1: Curren$y] Life a movie, who directing yo shit? That’s low budget, mine’s a Tarantino flick Blockbuster, I do my own stunts in this bitch Shout out to Stunna, New Orleans niggas up in this shit No fronting, all my niggas really with it Fool frontline hustling, rapping got me on the tube My homies been on TV for that other shit News at six, nigga, grizzly discovery Body seen floating at the dietine recovery They can’t release his name 'til they notify the family While the killer getting dressed for the club like ain’t nothing happened [Hook x3: Curren$y] I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit You too pussy to fuck with this shit But I’m in love with this shit [Verse 2: Young Roddy] Aye, fuck a bitch, I’d rather keep a burner by my side I’m from the south side, that’s just how we ride My man got shot, that shit slowed him down My nigga even turned Muslim, now he pray to Allah My nigga don’t eat no pork but still smoke that pot So every time he see me he like, light that fire And meanwhile I’m tryna get us off this hot ass block We just two peas in a pod trying to get a peace of mind Bang, bang, that’s the shit I heard like all of the time I’m talking every day, have fiends falling in line Today could be my last day but that’s all part of the grind But that ain’t part of my plan, I plan to stay on my job I had to get it since I wasn’t born with it I see the big pic, I’m thinking long-term nigga But they had drugs in that bitch, I grew up on that shit Guess I’m made for that shit, I got paid off that shit [Hook x3: Curren$y] [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Uh, yeah, yeah I drive every car that you dream about Hit every bitch that you wishing for, leave her leaking out Fresh out of that place like they scared to see what they read about It ain’t no sleep on Virginia Street when them geekers outside Sidewalk serving the walking dead Gotta meet me up the block cause my momma stay on my head Telling me to go get a job but I’m chopping the rock instead If I make it up to the top, will I pop and jump off the ledge? Confessions of Gangsta Gibbs, nigga, thug life I’d trade this shit for wife and kids, nigga Real nigga, fuck surviving, I wanna live, nigga Act a fool, I make him go night-night And catch a flight to Chi, blow some dope with my nigga Mike Mike Bitch, I’m stuck in this shit, a million dollars up in this bitch I made my name stay in them cluckers and shit And, yeah, the streets of Gary raised me, but the West Coast paid me You pussy niggas get home safely [Hook x3: Curren$y] [Outro: The Godfather] Michael Corleone: They want to have a meeting with me, right? Let’s set the meeting. Get our informants to find out where it’s going to be held. They’re going to search me when I first meet them, right? So I can’t have a weapon on me then. But if Clemenza can figure a way to have a weapon planted there for me, then I’ll kill them both