I grow up in the hood South Central LA

Everyday looking sunny but this a cold place

A couple homies leave, a couple homie stay

Couple homies shoot they didn't see the next day

Couple homies real man a couple homies fake

They be talking behind your back, they don't say it to your face

Po po harassing just cause of our race

They be asking where we from we prefer not to say

We supposed to feel protected but they don't make me feel safe

That's why I gotta stay protected got this gun on my Waist

You better watch what you say don't you make that mistake

We out here struggle just trying to make a way

If you ain't from the hood we can't come face to face

Trying make it out the hood but it's hard in my case

If you ain't showing love, you can keep all that hate

And If you ain't trying to give then you know I feelna take

Cause I grow up with a couple of felony and a couple robbers

Grow up with a couple of felony and a couple robbers

Grow up with a couple of felony and a couple robbers

Grow up with a couple of felony and a couple robbers

I grow up in the struggle you would not understand it

Raised around these cold streets it turned me to a savages

If you ain't speaking real you don't speak my language

Put yourself in my shoes yea I bet you won't manage

These phonies trying rap but they ain't no competition

These phonies tryna shoot but little brody you is missing

Heard you talking all that s***, damn my boi who you dissing

I pull up with that chopper man I better not catch you slipped

Cause I grow up with a couple of felony and a couple robbers

Grow up with a couple of felony and a couple robbers

Grow up with a couple of felony and a couple robbers

Grow up with a couple of felony and a couple robbers