XV, Bruce Meanz, Chris Barnett II - Wicked Witches lyrics

I grew up 'round broken
Homes and picket fences
(It's a twister, It's a twister)
I grew up 'round gettin'
Money and gettin' bitches
(Doesn't anybody believe me?)

I grew up 'round broken
Homes and picket fences
Not yellow roads and wicked witches
I grew up 'round gettin'
Money and gettin' bitches
Not yellow roads and wicked witches
I grew up 'round broken
Homes and picket fences
Not yellow roads and wicked witches
(That's right) i grew up 'round gettin'
Money and gettin' bitches (Unh)
Not yellow roads and wicked witches

Welcome to the city of poker


Faces the Land of Bluffin' (unh)
Hoes jump in relationships to land a husband
(yeah) in the plains with plain
Bitches and gang bangers (right)
I'm in the crib turning the
Closest to plane hanger
When niggas don't fight fair
When they fight here (unh)
You gotta fight fear every
Night in your nightmares
But when the sunshine
We outside in the nice air
In a nice chair, watching planes fly by here
We on a mission cause
These dreams we envision
Are bigger than the vicinity that
We decide to live in
So guys wanna be fly and girls wanna be fly
So moving from these confines
Is the only decision (right)
Trying to find my future
Through rhymes I'm reminiscing
Of the empty buildings and
Roads for wicked witches
Numbers from pretty bitches at
North Rock gettin' digit's (right)
Going the Quik Trip when niggas
Is quick to trippin' you get it?

I grew up 'round broken
Homes and picket fences (yeah)
Not yellow roads and wicked witches (uh huh)
I grew up 'round gettin'
Money and gettin' bitches (yeah)
Not yellow roads and wicked witches
I grew up 'round harlots that get lifted
Not yellow roads and wicked witches
I grew up around psychos that handle business
Not yellow roads and wicked witches

Music's my sanctuary, man born in February
Fill the air with carbon monoxide
Cigs and Mary
My archives view from my city, barley pity
To rap this way, the sky's pick my
Made me gritty
My grind harder, what has built me
Gon' be silly when I show skills
It's to remove myself from all you gimmicks
I can't be cynic, into winning
I gotta clean my image or else I
Won't be able to get it
This ain't a scrimmage, time is ticking
It's my turn to kick in
I'm burning incense, the Blair Witches blunt
I'm hitting
Drop out of school because the way
I learned was hella different
These textbooks made me bias
Towards what was missing
I rap like it was religious, Russell Simmons
Playing games with no angle finish
It's from raw dimensions
Sharing beautiful existence
Competition got us all angry at each
Other trying to hold position

Not yellow roads and wicked witches
I grew up 'round harlots that get lifted
Not yellow roads and wicked witches
I grew up 'round psychos that handle business
Not yellow roads and wicked witches
I grew up 'round broken
Homes and picket fences
Not yellow roads and wicked witches
I grew up 'round gettin'
Money and gettin' bitches
Not yellow roads and wicked witches

(Everything gonna be different after we die
We ain't gonna be hungry
Ain't gonna be pain
Ain't gonna be suffering won't go through
This again after we die after we die, oh wow
Oh wow-wow! After we die it's all
Gonna be good have all the
Money we need after we die have all the
Food we need after we die have a
Nice house like the rich folk, after we
Die after we die, after we die
We can live like after we die hallelujah)
I grew up around kids battling cancer
Who knew that chemo-therapy ain't
A definite answer
But now I'm a grown man, stay on my feet
For the sole purpose to black out on the beat

My mother, aunt, uncle
And grandparents under that same roof
Raised in the generation that's
Capable to raise you
We ain't have the best of the best
Homie we made due
We don't waist food and if you ate
You should be grateful
Saturday at Barry Sanders
Football in the snow
Biggest rivalry in the city
Bulldogs and the Coats
Only gotta a season in before
Cancer got in the way
I wanted to walk again
Then I had to give up my legs
Now I'm Diddy boppin' I'm not limpin'
We march to the beat of a
Drum but chy'all don't hear it
Cause mine is different and I won't deny it
You though Hip Hop was your ally
You just adopted it
I was born in it and molded by it
I grew up around kids battling cancer
Who knew that chemo-therapy ain't
A definite answer
But now I'm a grown man, stay on my feet
For the sole purpose to black out on the beat