Lyrics:
L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
Cos we coming from
for the memories down 815 Grant Street
All the lessons learned from the city that raised me
815 Grant Street
All the lessons learned from the city that
As archaeologists dig in the deserts of the east
Appeared a 100 meters wide and 100 meters deep
They discover ancient cars on even older streets
And a city well
signing with adidas
Blowing money baby where is my visas
I'm only drinking liquor by the liter
Charlie the jeter
Boy I'm in the field
So How they not
super-charged flows
This year, fuck a jab time to upper cut foes
Pick your mic up like the weapon you chose
And let off 'til all competition is froze
Dilated
see Nathan
And so I drive by
Bye-bye pretty lady
I been sick with the flow
For sure since the 80's
Accra City baby
My only home b
Its never lonely
Ask
Uh
Yea
I'ma tear up the city, just got me a car
I'ma tear up the city, just got me a car
Yeah, real RMS, uh
Lil bitch, I ain't hiding, you know where
me but I'm focused on my comma and trust me nigga I put that on my mama
I done came from the bottom
Run my city so you know I'm living lawless
they say
They wont swap places with you no way
15 years
15 years
Fuck off we say
Fed up by being skint everyday
Walk the streets every fucking
like city buses
You fuckin' with the Hub City Hustler
The vans on the block won't touch us, the streets my home
So I move weight on the block like I'm
Take that watch off and tuck your necklace
City never sleeps, streets is restless
Rap style'll slave you, when you least expect it
Pull the plug
of the city
North Beach Mission Street
Mission Cliffs Mission Eats
On a mission in The Mission
I'm painting pictures never missing no details
Like a mural in
of the city
Every part of the city
North Beach Mission Street Mission Cliffs Mission E8ats
On a mission in The Mission painting pictures never missing no
It's like a distant dream
Close enough to reach the highest towers
In the Heart of a City
Flying through the clouds
While standing in a street
All
like this but I do
By now I figured you had all your numbers changed
It's been at least a year since I called you up to say
We need to talk I got
would listen to the radio and be able to play the songs by ear. And I remember saying to my dad when I was about six or seven years old, and I think I was
realized that by the time I turned 19
If I ever hit the state, who would even write me
The city getting cold so I keep a heater beside me
The devil on my
You think Oakland California is a city of punks
It only takes a second, to pop the trunk
And just like that you know it's real
You're in the right
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
And a playa trade options
Open up that yea
With a bag full of dolphins
You can call it an epidemic
How the whole city coughing
Flood the Streets everything
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
I'm cuttin' up
Every city we go to, it be lit as fuck
Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We get
every month, every year
the cycle don't change, man, this shit is in repeat
Tell my brother, bring them bikes out, it's time to run the street
Yeah, we
ride, trains I ride four five
I got two sixty five ten short of seven five
And I’m trying to get a butter roll with juice on the side
So I’m waiting by
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