Lyrics

[Hook: x3] I grew up around them ghetto boys.. [Verse 1: Fred The Godson] I was raised by my mama Then I was raised by niggas who raised the llama Gauge in a leather bomber, we engaging drama Death is coming, eat you alive, this Jeffrey Dahmer They wanted me to finish the board of education I dropped out, I was bored of education Money caught my interest, slinging on the benches Papi gave me pure, I'm giving customers that vintage My man got sentenced, they gave em a half a dozen The Ave out here buggin with magnums they out here slugging I'm out here hoodied up, champion, a pointy top Pinching while the corner pop, I'm out here with you on the block I'm watching the transaction We breaking down every kilogram, gram stacking I thank God they letting my people go Welcome home all [Hook: x5] I grew up around them ghetto boys.. [Verse 2: Fred The Godson] I grew up in the ghetto so from the get go You know we had to get dough Shots rang, get low My uncle just wasn't quick enough It was spring of April, that's when they hit him up He was throwing up blood on my shirt I had to snob staring at his hearse Just gotta take it for what its worth I grew up around killers The block was a casino, I grew up around dealers You know us street niggas think different You know these clips will make you jump, nigga think Griffin The fifth is in the whip, that's how we grippin Long nose for the bullshit, this Scottie Pippen We still in the cut slinging And we got it for the low, this is my upbringing They letting my people go, thank God Welcome home right [Hook: x4] I grew up around them ghetto boys..