Tekst piosenki 'Growin' Up In The Gutter (feat. Rittz)' wykonawcy 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 on a boxing ring
Blood drops 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 there's 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

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
Dead we are, safe and sound, straight guns, no aim game
Growin' up in the gutter
And you ain't gotta be from the projects to deal with this non-sense
Cause even in suburbia, somebody will murder ya over nothing
Leave your body slumping in the parking lot of your complex
Violence is a hard pit to swallow and digest
The town is full of drug dealers
Most of them are shot in the process
Hussle
And robbing motherfuckers like they're having a contest
Shit, he took a bitch to his apartment to brag
A week later he tied her up on
Cause he showed her all the pills he got for
She told her cousin, and her cousin grabbed a gat and a mag
Kicked in his door, laid him down,
Ran off with all that he had
Used to be ballin, now he got a colostomy bag
What you know about that?
Middle-class white bitch slangin her body for crack
For drug cartels, you hear the buck shot shells, and then the blood
Clot fails,
Biggest meth bust on the east coast, right here in the
My lyrics approved, growin' up in the gutter

You think you can define how hard you got it
By what neighborhood you live in mother fucker?

Wake 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
Dead we are, safe and sound, straight guns, no aim game
Growin' up in the gutter

Slumerican in i am
Drug through the mud like a i am
Was a child who was beaten, i am
Leather belts that made me, i am
Home or gone again at 8, i am
Somebody's life to wait, 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 i am
From a family torn apart, i am
A target for your daughter, i am
Sick again from the whips, i am
Head to the gun and click, i am
That don't run from shit, i am
Exposed to the goats of sea, 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

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
Dead we are, safe and sound, straight guns, no aim game
Growin' up in the gutter