This is a song about "Grew up in the hood"

Grew up in the darkness like i was bain

And reflect on the rap game, i came

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

And i need you to show me love

Grew up in the basements

With so many others still stuck in the hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

If theres a time that in the hood

I grew up in nola city,

Now i can draw your face up pretty

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Cause the niggas i grew up wit' wanna see me in a beam

Grew up in the suburbs

So you finally got the nerve