Freddie Gibbs - Grew Up In This lyrics

[Produced by Thelonious Martin] [Verse 1: Curren$y] Life a movie, who directing yo sh**? That's low budget, mine's a Tarantino flick Blockbuster, I do my own stunts in this b**h Shout out to Stunna, New Orleans n***as up in this sh** No fronting, all my n***as really with it Fool frontline hustling, rapping got me on the tube My homies been on TV for that other sh** News at six, n***a, grizzly discovery Body seen floating at the dietine recovery They can't release his name 'til they notify the family While the k**er getting dressed for the club like ain't nothing happened [Hook x3: Curren$y] I grew up in this sh**, stuck with this sh** You too p**y to f** with this sh** But I'm in love with this sh** [Verse 2: Young Roddy] Aye, f** a b**h, 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 sh** slowed him down My n***a even turned m**m, now he pray to Allah My n***a 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 a** block We just two peas in a pod trying to get a peace of mind Bang, bang, that's the sh** 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 n***a But they had d** in that b**h, I grew up on that sh** Guess I'm made for that sh**, I got paid off that sh** [Hook x3: Curren$y] [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Uh, yeah, yeah I drive every car that you dream about Hit every b**h that you wishing for, leave her leaking out Fresh out of that place like they scared to see what they read about It ain't no sleep on Virginia Street when them geekers outside Sidewalk serving the walking dead Gotta meet me up the block cause my momma stay on my head Telling me to go get a job but I'm chopping the rock instead If I make it up to the top, will I pop and jump off the ledge? Confessions of Gangsta Gibbs, n***a, thug life I'd trade this sh** for wife and kids, n***a Real n***a, f** surviving, I wanna live, n***a Act a fool, I make him go night-night And catch a flight to Chi, blow some dope with my n***a Mike Mike b**h, I'm stuck in this sh**, a million dollars up in this b**h I made my name stay in them cluckers and sh** And, yeah, the streets of Gary raised me, but the West Coast paid me You p**y n***as get home safely [Hook x3: Curren$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 k** them both