(Intro)
Yeah…
Hattiesburg, Mississippi.
You only know half the story.
Look…
(Hook)
She from Hattiesburg, yeah, she play it so smooth,
Different every hallway depending on who she move with.
One side know her quiet, other side know her loud,
Tryna fit in every circle but she never feel proud.
Mama say, “Stay focused,” friends say, “Be outside,”
Every single day she livin’ like a double life.
Smile on her face, but she fightin’ every night,
Small-town girl caught between two different lights.
(Verse 1)
Wake up early, catch the bus with her headphones on,
Tryna block out everybody ‘cause the pressure too strong.
First period, honors class, keep her grades up,
Lunch break, switch the vibe, now she gotta change up.
One crowd say she “act too proper,” others say she “too hood,”
Nobody understand she just tryna do good.
Church on Sunday, playlists full of rap,
Got one foot in the future, one foot in the trap.
Teachers see potential, cousins see the block,
Everybody got opinions every time she talk.
Mirror ask questions she can’t even explain,
Tryna find herself while she carryin’ all the pain.
(Pre-Hook)
She ain’t fake… she just split in two,
Tryna survive what she gotta go through.
Different worlds, same heart, same dream,
Ain’t everything always what it seem.
(Hook)
She from Hattiesburg, yeah, she play it so smooth,
Different every hallway depending on who she move with.
One side know her quiet, other side know her loud,
Tryna fit in every circle but she never feel proud.
Mama say, “Stay focused,” friends say, “Be outside,”
Every single day she livin’ like a double life.
Smile on her face, but she fightin’ every night,
Small-town girl caught between two different lights.
(Verse 2)
After school she clock in, helpin’ pay a bill,
Nobody see the grind, they just judge how she feel.
Talk different with her grandma, slang with her friends,
Tryna honor where she from while she dream bigger than this.
Culture in her blood, but she changin’ with the times,
Carryin’ generations while she writin’ all her rhymes.
Some days Southern Belle, some days city flow,
Still the same little girl that just want room to grow.
Everybody pick a side, tellin’ her to choose,
But she learned bein’ herself is the one thing she can’t lose.
(Bridge)
She ain’t two people… she just wearin’ every scar.
Still prayin’ one day she’ll remember who she are.
Hattiesburg nights under Friday lights,
One day they’ll all see why she had to fight.
(Final Hook)
She from Hattiesburg, yeah, she found her own lane,
Turned all the pressure into fuel for the flame.
Now she walk with her head high, never gotta hide,
Finally put together every piece inside.
Mama smile bigger, friends finally understand,
She ain’t changin’ who she is just to fit another plan.
From the Pine Belt streets to wherever life leads,
She wrote her own story… now the whole world reads.
[Female Vocal]
