Growin' Up In The Gutter - Yelawolf, Rittz

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…

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!

(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 'em get shot in the process

Hustlin' and stackin' up profits

They robbin' mutherfuckas like they havin' a contest

Shit, he took a bitch 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, used to be ballin' now he got a colostomy bag

What you know about that?

Middle-class white bitch slangin' her body for crack

Mexican drug cartels, you hear the buckshot 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

You think you can define how hard you got it?!

By what neighborhood you live in muthafucker

Wake up in the gutter!

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!

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 shit, 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

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!