Born in L.A.

Born in LA, it’s hard to get star-struck
Born in LA so I always keep my guard up
Born in LA, must deal where I stay
Everyday, everyday, everyday

I’m from a city that breeds death
Multiple shots firing
Home of the violent niggas wilding
Half-city half-island
I was born in the wood
Raised in the San Fernando valley
Where there’s eses and mostly Bloods
Big family so I had
Covers from different hoods
That taught me the landscape of the
City and I was good
Driven by the desire to document
The lives under fire
Then present it to you through the wire
Had to struggle with gang codes
And navigate a path through the maze of Los
Angeles becoming a man
Hopes become smoking the lung up
Here in the can
These streets respect killers and
I’m just a man but yet it’s still? remember
That Chace told ya
The nation is infected by LA gang culture
I’m an all-game reporter live from the center
Where respected as an artist
And a thorough street, nigga
My birthplace, my home
And I’ll be buried on
Prairie across the street
From where I was born in LA

I’m from a place where stars are born
Weather is never cold, hearts are never warm
The gang capital, night time injection
Cut life is lethal
And daytime is a sunny place for shady people
It’s your boy
My father stole his son out the hospital
No loot wasn’t stopping his joy
Had it popping
Raised in Santa Monica till their divorce
Six years old, I couldn’t see what was coming
Of course the plan, mom bounced on old man
Then we moved to the Venice sand
A young youth seen gangs firsthand
Faked address for school, two educations
Rich friends then back to my land
You was hard where I’m from
It’s a well-known fact
Whether a white cat, brown, or black
When you heard shots it was
Never from starter pistols
Every night’s Fourth of July
Launch your missiles
LA is different since my best friend is gone
Some moved locations, some just moved on
(Rest in peace) the neighbourhood changed
New faces came along
Had me asking myself if this a place I belong
My hustle is strong, I’m up before them
Rap caffeine marathon long, determined
Venice, California, 90291, let’s go

I got a sixth sense for danger man
A second hand nature for war
The biggest rivals in my city is the law
I’m from that Pico Union district homie
Fuckk what you thought
We got trees, windows, and raw
Whatever you on
I’m just a pawn in that federal
Plan to get us all on a nice little high
Shoot each other for crumbs one by one
Dying from wars that’s won by none
Some might come and make a
Bastard out of my son
So I’m strapped with a gun making
Sure the axis that come
From my body are only medicine
Pass through my lungs
I got that downtown psyche
Cortez with a Nike logo
Locos like me treated pipes like wifeys
Buying up and down the blocks nightly
Don’t take my block lightly
We’re screwed up like everybody in
The world might be
Born into Union the 17th out the womb
In the 70’s repping Lost Angels
Through the musical melodies