Born in LA, it’s hard to get star-struckBorn in LA so I always keep my guard upBorn in LA, must deal where I stayEveryday, everyday, everydayI’m from a city that breeds death, multiple shots firingHome of the violent niggas wilding, half-city half-islandI was born in the wood, raised in the San Fernando valleyWhere there’s eses and mostly BloodsBig family so I had covers from different hoodsThat taught me the landscape of the city and I was goodDriven by the desire to document the lives under fireThen present it to you through the wireHad to struggle with gang codes and navigate a pathThrough the maze of Los Angeles becoming a manHopes become smoking the lung up here in the canThese streets respect killers and I’m just a manBut yet it’s still? remember that Chace told yaThe nation is infected by LA gang cultureI’m an all-game reporter live from the centerWhere respected as an artist and a thorough street, niggaMy birthplace, my home, and I’ll be buried on Prairie across the street from where I was born in LAI’m from a place where stars are bornWeather is never cold, hearts are never warmThe gang capital, night time injection, cut life is lethalAnd daytime is a sunny place for shady peopleIt’s your boy, my father stole his son out the hospitalNo loot wasn’t stopping his joy, had it poppingRaised in Santa Monica till their divorceSix years old, I couldn’t see what was comingOf course the plan, mom bounced on old manThen we moved to the Venice sandA young youth seen gangs firsthandFaked address for school, two educationsRich friends then back to my landYou was hard where I’m from, it’s a well-known factWhether a white cat, brown, or blackWhen you heard shots it was never from starter pistolsEvery night’s Fourth of July, launch your missilesLA is different since my best friend is goneSome moved locations, some just moved on (Rest in peace)The neighbourhood changed, new faces came alongHad me asking myself if this a place I belongMy hustle is strong, I’m up before themRap caffeine marathon long, determinedVenice, California, 90291, let’s goI got a sixth sense for danger man, a second-hand nature for warThe biggest rivals in my city is the lawI’m from that Pico Union district homie, fuckk what you thoughtWe got trees, windows, and raw, whatever you onI’m just a pawn in that federal plan to get us all onA nice little high, shoot each other for crumbsOne by one, dying from wars that’s won by noneSome might come and make a bastard out of my sonSo I’m strapped with a gun making sure the axis that comeFrom my body are only medicine pass through my lungsI got that downtown psyche, Cortez with a Nike logoLocos like me treated pipes like wifeysBuying up and down the blocks nightlyDon’t take my block lightlyWe’re screwed up like everybody in the world might beBorn into Union the 17th out the wombIn the 70’s repping Lost Angels through the musical melodies
