Scla

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