This is a song about "Kids rollin up in the hood"

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

I’ll be back on the same night

Catch me rollin’ off in the ride

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

But the hood was always in my heart

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

I don't live in the hood

She got that good good

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

People always dying in the hood, stood