A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood
I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good
These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.
Tired of the pain tired of the struggle
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine
Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line
But the blessing was in the struggle, hope was merging through the rubble
Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital
About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.
Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint
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