Curren$y, Freddie Gibbs, Young Roddy - Grew Up In This lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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