I barely go back to the hood, I told Megan, “it's doing me no good.”
My cousin got locked up for second-degree murder
In my city, the murder rate is high
I was a middle-class type of guy
I grew up in the suburbs, but my family grew up in the slums
When I was a baby, someone stole my mom speakers
I heard shots in the hood when I was 7 or 8 years old
Mosquitos was biting me, that stuff wasn’t exciting
I remember when I was broke, I felt like a joke
I always wanted clothes, and I wanted shoes
My uncle got shot in the head, and he was dead
My family used to fight my mom in front of me
People would jack your car, so watch your back
The same person you with will kill you for a stack
People beef over money, power, and territory
They not going to work together, that is no story