I grew up in the hood
Where people would say it isn’t good
But I miss how i grew up
And I hate how i’m misunderstood
But I was grown by the age 13
I understood what road I was going down
Because my momma always had a frown
I didn’t like seeing her sad
But this was all my bad
For all I did, but
She raised a soldier
And my girl is always on my shoulder
I was never understood till i got out the hood
I’m trying to do good while im still young
I stay away from the guns and drugs
Now my mom loves me and my girl adores me
I just wanna follow my dreams
And show my mom her son’s doing good
But I don’t ever wanna squeeze the trigga
And be known as a Lil Hitta