Wicked Witches

[Intro: XV] 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' bitches (Doesn't anybody believe me?) [Hook: XV] I grew up 'round broken homes and picket fences Not yellow roads and wicked witches I grew up 'round gettin' money and gettin' bitches Not yellow roads and wicked witches I grew up 'round broken homes and picket fences Not yellow roads and wicked witches (That's right!) I grew up 'round gettin' money and gettin' bitches (Unh) Not yellow roads and wicked witches [Verse 1: XV] Welcome 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 bitches and gang bangers (right) I'm in the crib turning the closest to plane hanger When niggas don't fight fair when they fight here (unh) You gotta fight fear every night in your nightmares But when the sunshine, we outside in the nice air In a nice chair, watching planes fly by here We on a mission cause these dreams we envision Are bigger than the vicinity that we decide to live in So guys wanna be fly and girls wanna be fly So moving from these confines is the only decision (right) Trying to find my future through rhymes I'm reminiscing Of the empty buildings and roads for wicked witches Numbers from pretty bitches at North Rock gettin' digits (right) Going the Quik Trip when niggas is quick to trippin' You get it? [Hook 2: XV & Bruce Meanz] 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' bitches (yeah) Not yellow roads and wicked witches I grew up 'round harlots that get lifted Not yellow roads and wicked witches I grew up around psychos that handle business Not yellow roads and wicked witches [Verse 2: Bruce Meanz] Music's my sanctuary, man born in February Fill the air with carbon monoxide, cigs and Mary My archives view from my city, barley pity To rap this way, the sky's pick my, made me gritty My grind harder, what has built me, gon' be silly When I show skills, it's to remove myself from all you gimmicks I can't be cynic, into winning I gotta clean my image or else I won't be able to get it This ain't a scrimmage, time is ticking, it's my turn to kick in I'm burning incense, the Blair Witches blunt, I'm hitting Drop out of school because the way I learned was hella different These textbooks made me bias towards what was missing I rap like it was religious, Russell Simmons Playing games with no angle finish, it's from raw dimensions Sharing beautiful existence Competition got us all angry at each other trying to hold position [Hook 2: Bruce Meanz & XV] Not yellow roads and wicked witches I grew up 'round harlots that get lifted Not yellow roads and wicked witches I grew up 'round psychos that handle business Not yellow roads and wicked witches I grew up 'round broken homes and picket fences Not yellow roads and wicked witches I grew up 'round gettin' money and gettin' bitches Not yellow roads and wicked witches [Bridge: Chris Barnett II] (Everything gonna be different after we die. We ain't gonna be hungry Ain'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 cancer Who knew that chemo-therapy ain't a definite answer But now I'm a grown man, stay on my feet For the sole purpose to black out on the beat [Verse 3: Chris Barnett II] My mother, aunt, uncle, and grandparents under that same roof Raised in the generation that's capable to raise you We ain't have the best of the best, homie we made due We don't waist food and if you ate, you should be grateful Saturday at Barry Sanders, football in the snow Biggest rivalry in the city, Bulldogs and the Coats Only gotta a season in before cancer got in the way I wanted to walk again, then I had to give up my legs Now I'm Diddy boppin' I'm not limpin' We march to the beat of a drum but chy'all don't hear it Cause mine is different and I won't deny it You though Hip Hop was your ally, you just adopted it I was born in it and molded by it I grew up around kids battling cancer Who knew that chemo-therapy ain't a definite answer But now I'm a grown man, stay on my feet For the sole purpose to black out on the beat [Outro: Charles Barnett II]