Born In LA

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