Rittz - Growin' Up in the Gutter lyrics

[Verse 1: Yelawolf] Once upon a time in an apartment home Lived a little girl with a heart of stone Cause part of her heart was partly gone Rarely seen and hardly known Treated like a mat in a boxing ring Blood drop stains on the twin box springs Daddy came to visit it's not a dream She thought to herself what is happening? Above her head is a crucifix But Lucifer loosens up his wrist Lays her down with an open fist And all that was left was hopelessness Little girl, where's your loving mother? Under the covers, under the covers Little girl what have you discovered She stuttered… [Hook] Growin' up in the gutter No more, fairy tales, and songs 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, yea! Growin' up in the gutter! [Verse 2: Rittz] (And you ain't gotta be from the projects to deal with this nonsense) Cause even in suburbia somebody will murder ya Over nothin leave your body slumpin' in the parkin' lot of your complex Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest My town is full of drug dealers most of them get shot in the process Hustlin' and stackin' up profits They robbin' mutherf**as like they havin' a contest sh**, he took a b**h to his apartment to brag A week later he tied up on the carpet and gagged Cause he showed her all the pills he had for sale for the low She told her cousin then her cousin grabbed a Glock and a mag Kicked in his door laid him down then he shot him and dashed Ran off with all that he had, he used to be ballin' now he got a colostomy bag What you know about that Middle cla** white b**h slangin' her body for crack Mexican drug cartels, you hear the buck shot shells And then the blood clot fails, there ain't no healin' the wounds Biggest meth bust on the east coast right here in Duluth My lyrics are proof, of growin' up in the gutter [Yelawolf] You think you can define how hard you got it?! By what neighborhood you live in muthaf**er Wake up in the gutter! [Hook] [Verse 3: Yelawolf] Slumerican indeed, I am Drug through the mud like a weed, what I am Was child who was beat, I am Leather belts that made me, I am Home alone again at 8, I am Somebody's life to rate, I am Given to the beast by fate, I am The one who did escape, I am A voice for the cold in the dark, I am The one who sold his heart, I am From a family torn apart, I am A target for your dart, I am Sick again from the whips, I am Head to the gun and click, I am A soul that don't run from sh**, I am Exposed to the g.o.a.t.s. of sin, I am Met a ghost and he said, I am In the basement in red, I am Dead cause the Ouija board said, I-A-M [Hook]