[Chorus: Devon of Wolf Country]
The way that we grew up, it's all on you
Mama had no love, it's all on you
You never had enough, it's all on you
The way that we grew up, oh-yuh

[Verse 1: GRIP]
Uh, we used to play in the streets, LA Gear's on my feet
Zombies askin' for change, to give 'em somethin' to eat
And if you give 'em a dollar, might not see 'em for weeks
Hell, I ain't known no better, I was young and naive
First fade third grade, had to roll up my sleeves
Used to go yard to yard, tryin' to rake people leaves
Five dollars a yard, that take a young boy far
Buick Regal on spokes, yeah that's the dope man car
Korean owned convenience store for quarter waters and snacks
They killed that sweet old lady, I ain't never go back
Two n***as hit that lick, ain't even leave with a stack
A family without a mother, they probably hate us blacks
Look at us all the same, shit you can't even blame 'em
'Cause if you knew how our killers were
You wouldn't even name 'em
We learnt that shit from my idols
And so we stick to the call
Find out the world was cold
At only eight years old, damn
[Chorus: Devon of Wolf Country]
The way that we grew up, it's all on you
Mama had no love, it's all on you
You never had enough, it's all on you
The way that we grew up, oh-yuh

[Verse 2: GRIP]
Back when n***as did the bank, hair bounce in the rag top
And our nana had to cut the supreme with the rag top
N***as had rat tails and flat tops, pushin' the match box
Or kitchen floor, n***as outside the liqour store would crack rocks
Black Glock hangin' out his Nautica jeans
He caught me starin', peepin' the scene
Young me, not even a teen, obeyin' his gesture
I came close, he gave me a lecture
"Ever seen one of these?" "My uncle keep his gun on the dresser"
Was my reply, he kneeled down so we could see eye to eye
Let off inside and said his daddy left him high and dry
So he grew up without a father figure
Said he was twelve the first time he ever robbed a n***a
He hope that God forgive him
He ask my name and told me his name was Michael
He said "Young n***a, don't get caught up in this cycle"
You live by the gun or you die by the gun
Hell, I probably won't even make it to see twenty-one
[Chorus: Devon of Wolf Country]
The way that we grew up, it's all on you
Mama had no love, it's all on you
You never had enough, it's all on you
The way that we grew up, oh-yuh