This is a song about "I grew up in the hood"

Real light jab to opponents

Grew up in the basements

I don't live in the hood

My nigga, no hook

I grew up in different places, never truly safe and good,

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

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

And i ain't never plan to be famous

The fact that i grew up with no love.

I grew up in nola city,

Look it something they can't ever see