Growin Up In the South

[Verse One: P-Stunna] Once upon a time in Orlando Where the guns don't shoot but the cocaine flow The lil boy John was growin up quick Yu-Gi-Oh his favorite VHS flick But he feared everyday goin to school Cause people don't care about the golden rule He was white and that wasn't cool Not Puerto Rican, not black, what a tool It was discrimination, but he kept him mouth shut For fear of gettin beat down, or even cut Didn't have friends cause he was different Ask him what was wrong and he would whisper [Bridge: Yelawolf] I... A... M... [Hook: Yelawolf] Growin up in the gutter! No more Fairy tales And so No place like hell No place like home Growin up in the gutter Black and white In a frame There we are Safe and sound Stray guns No aim, yeah Growin up in the gutter! [Verse Two: P-Stunna] Laying in the sheets, won't wake I might see fate Is it my destiny to die this way Razor to my wrist tell my parents I'm okay Gun in my mouth That's the terrors of the south Welcome to the gutter where you never get out You call it the trap, that's an understatement Laying on the floor passed out in the basement Play b-ball on the pavement Get yo mind offa rent payment To put it in laments, terms Failure's my bread and butter! [Hook repeat Yelawolf and P-Stunna]