Lyrics: Franklin Holladay/Jason Martin/Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Music: Franklin Holladay/Jason Martin/Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Wake yo' punk ass up for the twenty-five shot
Straight up menace
I grew up to be a straight up menace, G
Armed and dangerous, ballpark's most hated shit
I'm my grandma's favorite, trailer park, I hated it
Break her heart through thick and thin, damn, I miss you in the bed
Heavy nightmares every single ****in' night, like where you been?
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Said I'm the only reason why **** got exposure
Even though I'm on the poster, disrespect the promoter
And Soul is still trippin' on me because he wants me sober
My co-defendant just rolled it up in the pen, in the ho
Known him since we was little, when I see him he'll get smoked
Straight up menace, G
So I guess I gotta crash out 'cause I ain't finished
I grew up to be a straight up menace, G
Straight up menace, G
So I guess I gotta crash out 'cause I ain't finished
I grew up to be a straight up menace, G
Careful what you wish for, I'll see you in prison again
Heard the other day from some bitches you pregnant again
Remember just the other day we did a drive by in the Benz?
Yeah, it's sweater weather, baby girl, better than twice a year
I snap back to reality, I damn near lost my family
Last year, around this time, I lost my sanity
I was havin' dreams about rappin' and fools were laughin' at me
And now you wanna feature for free, you got some audacity
At Southern California, thirteen, maxin' capacity
I was just in Pelican Bay, ain't no one would answer me
Now I'm at the strip club, I throw bands, she dance for me
Your baby daddy on the gang, he a fan for me
Straight up menace, G
So I guess I gotta crash out 'cause I ain't finished
I grew up to be a straight up menace, G
And livin' in the projects, gettin' paid off the clucks
And the county checks, I'm comin' fresh out of the high school
Never did I wonder that the mother****in' hood would take me under
Yeah, I'm kickin' it with the homies and they got the strap
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack