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 let the dive team recover it

They can’t release his name 'til they notify the family

While the killer getting dressed for the club like ain’t nothing happened

[Chorus: 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 pine

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

[Chorus: 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 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

[Chorus: 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

[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