[Intro: XV]
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?)
[Hook: XV]
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
[Verse 1: XV]
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' digits (right)
Going the Quik Trip when niggas is quick to trippin'
You get it?
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?)
[Hook: XV]
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
[Verse 1: XV]
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' digits (right)
Going the Quik Trip when niggas is quick to trippin'
You get it?
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