XV ft. Bruce Means & Chris Barnett II - Wicked Witches Lyrics

<CENTER> </CENTER><br /><CENTER><EM><U><B>Wicked Witches Lyrics by XV ft. Bruce Means & Chris Barnett II</B> </U></EM><br /><P>I grew up 'round broken homes and picket fences<BR>(It's a twister, It's a twister)<BR>I grew up 'round gettin' money and gettin' bitches<BR>(Doesn't anybody believe me?)</P><br /><P>I grew up 'round broken homes and picket fences<BR>Not yellow roads and wicked witches<BR>I grew up 'round gettin' money and gettin' bitches<BR>Not yellow roads and wicked witches<BR>I grew up 'round broken homes and picket fences<BR>Not yellow roads and wicked witches (That's right!)<BR>I grew up 'round gettin' money and gettin' bitches (Unh)<BR>Not yellow roads and wicked witches</P><br /><P>Welcome to the city of poker faces the Land of Bluffin' (unh)<BR>Hoes jump in relationships to land a husband (yeah)<BR>In the plains with plain bitches and gang bangers (right)<BR>I'm in the crib turning the closest to plane hanger<BR>When niggas don't fight fair when they fight here (unh)<BR>You gotta fight fear every night in your nightmares<BR>But when the sunshine, we outside in the nice air<BR>In a nice chair, watching planes fly by here<BR>We on a mission cause these dreams we envision<BR>Are bigger than the vicinity that we decide to live in<BR>So guys wanna be fly and girls wanna be fly<BR>So moving from these confines is the only incision (right)<BR>Trying to find my future through rhymes I'm reminiscing<BR>Of the empty buildings and roads for wicked witches<BR>Numbers from pretty bitches at North Rock gettin' digits (right)<BR>Going the quick trip when niggas is quit trippin'<BR>You get it?</P><br /><P>I grew up 'round broken homes and picket fences (yeah)<BR>Not yellow roads and wicked witches (uh-huh)<BR>I grew up 'round gettin' money and gettin' bitches (yeah)<BR>Not yellow roads and wicked witches<BR>I grew up 'round harlots that get lifted<BR>Not yellow roads and wicked witches<BR>I grew up 'round psychos that handle business<BR>Not yellow roads and wicked witches</P><br /><P>Music's my sanctuary, [?] born in February<BR>Feel the air with carbon monoxide, cigs and Mary<BR>My archives from my view from my city, Benny Pitty<BR>To rap this way, the sky's picked my, made me gritty<BR>My grind harder, what has built me, don't be silly<BR>When I show skills, it's to remove myself from all the gimmicks<BR>I can't be scenic, into win it<BR>I gotta clean my image or I won't be able to get it<BR>This ain't a scrimmage, time is ticking, it's my turn to kick in<BR>I'm burning incense, the Blair Witches blunt, I'm hitting<BR>Drop out of school because the way I learned was hella different<BR>These textbooks made me buy [?], what was missing<BR>I rap like it was religious, Russel Simmons<BR>Playing games with no ankle finish<BR>Is worth more than mentions, sharing beautiful existence<BR>Competition got us angry at each other trying to hold position</P><br /><P>Not yellow roads and wicked witches<BR>I grew up 'round harlots that get lifted<BR>Not yellow roads and wicked witches<BR>I grew up 'round psychos that handle business<BR>Not yellow roads and wicked witches<BR>I grew up 'round broken homes and picket fences<BR>Not yellow roads and wicked witches<BR>I grew up 'round gettin' money and gettin' bitches<BR>Not yellow roads and wicked witches</P><br /><P>(Everything gonna be different after we die. We ain't gonna be hungry<BR>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!)<BR>I grew up around kids battling cancer<BR>Who knew that chemo-therapy ain't a definite answer<BR>But now I'm a grown man, stay on my feet<BR>For the sole purpose to black out on the beat</P><br /><P>My mother, aunt, uncle, and grandparents under that same roof<BR>Raised in the generation that's capable to raise you<BR>We ain't have the best of the best, homie we made due<BR>We don't waist food and if you ate, you should be grateful<BR>Saturday at Barry Sanders, football in the snow<BR>Biggest rivalry in the city, Bulldogs and the Coats<BR>Only gotta a season in before cancer got in the way<BR>I wanted to walk again, then I had to give up my legs<BR>Now I'm Diddy boppin' I'm not limpin'<BR>We march to the beat of a drum but chy'all don't hear it<BR>Cause mine is different and I won't deny it<BR>You though Hip Hop was your ally, you just adopted it<BR>I was born in it and molded by it<BR>I grew up around kids battling cancer<BR>Who knew that chemo-therapy ain't a definite answer<BR>But now I'm a grown man, stay on my feet<BR>For the sole purpose to black out on the beat</P></CENTER>

XV ft. Bruce Means & Chris Barnett II - Wicked Witches Lyrics

  Wicked Witches Lyrics by XV ft. Bruce Means & Chris Barnett II I grew up 'round broken homes and picket fences (It's a twiste...

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