Released: November 21, 2011
Featuring: Rittz
Songwriter: Rittz Yelawolf
Producer: WLPWR
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
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…
[Hook]
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!
[Verse 2: Rittz and (Yelawolf)]
(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
[Interlude: Yelawolf]
You think you can define how hard you got it?!
By what neighborhood you live in muthafucker
Wake up in the gutter!
[Hook]
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!
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
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
[Hook]
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!
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…
[Hook]
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!
[Verse 2: Rittz and (Yelawolf)]
(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
[Interlude: Yelawolf]
You think you can define how hard you got it?!
By what neighborhood you live in muthafucker
Wake up in the gutter!
[Hook]
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!
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
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
[Hook]
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!
more tracks from the album
Radioactive
- Hard White (Up In The Club)
- I See You (Bonus Track)
- Whip It (Bonus Track)
- The Last Song
- Slumerican Shitizen
- Radio
- Everything I Love the Most
- Write Your Name
- The Hardest Love Song In The World
- Animal
- Made in the U.S.A.
- Good Girl
- Growin’ Up in the Gutter
- Radioactive Introduction
- Get Away
- Throw It Up
- Let’s Roll
- In This World (Bonus Track)
From the album
- Radioactive (2011)
Yelawolf popular songs
- Best Friend
- Till It’s Gone
- American You
- Catfish Billy
- Pop the Trunk
- Tennessee Love
- Let’s Roll
- Bloody Sunday Freestyle
- Daylight
- Row Your Boat
- Heartbreak
- Empty Bottles
- Daddy’s Lambo
- Throw It Up
- Devil in My Veins
- Box Chevy V
- Animal
- Love Story
- Box Chevy 3
- Hard White (Up In The Club)
- Johnny Cash
- Have a Great Flight
- Whiskey in a Bottle
- Good Girl