(Intro)
" I just be thinking like, these n***as can't be LA'd up man
These n***as ain't LA'd up man, I just hate hearing that sh**
Y'all wasn't on sh** when we was out here
But me? I'm LA'd up for real"
[Verse 1: Tay 600]
I remember when them surgeons came out and said
LA ain't make it , I swear I couldn't believe that sh**
But I had to face it
I went from with my bro f**ing hoes up in that basement
To saying "Long live my brother" so I had to chase it
After that night for some weeks I cried myself to sleep
I'm traumatized , sh** was deep I never felt so weak
I cannot lack up in these streets
They wanna catch me sleep, wanna catch me sleep
Got that call from G Gotti like "LA was hit"
I'm like "Hell nah, can't be bro! not on a day like this"
Checked my twitter, couple b**hes saying the same sh**
Tweeted Durk im like "We gone, I'm bout to change whips" Then I picked up Durk, now we up in traffic (Skrrt)
I was on alert, up at the hospital first
Then I see his momma in the eyes, she looking hurt. I'm thinking like if he gone I'm putting one on a shirt
We was just talking about getting on now they said he gone?!
Now I'm out here on my own, M-Thang he ain't home. Everynight I got that chrome tryna send one home
And my n***as with the stars right where he belong
I went from doing sh** that's basic to going on vacations
I got potential, I can make it so n***as they hated
My momma told to be patient, so happy I waited! Another way my brother paved it, LA that's the nation!
We used to sleep up in them vacants
So blocks they was baking?
We had them dreads just like Jamaicans
So hoes we was Haitian
(The whole time we just playing)
Look at my little sister, swear I see my brother in her
LA Capone! can't compare him to no other n***a, sometimes I cry to myself cause man I love u n***a
Between you and M-Thang no one above u n***as. Took my right hand off the block when he was 17
So when I went and got that Glock b**h I had 17
I swear that if I had seen an opp that imma let it ring
I had to get off that hot sh** and on to better things
He disrespect and we making a scene
We pullin up with them techs and them beams. They hopping out with them vests and machines
Hollow tips hit em I bet he sing
Stop all that bluffin, u ain't scaring a thing
Shells hit his neck and come out his spleen
I'm chasing a dream. I was born to go get it that's by any means
I'm getting this green, all these fu n***as man can't get in between
I'm doing big things since a youngin and I'm still a teen, I'm still a teen
[Snippet of ZackTV1 interview ft Rondo and LA]
" You heard I said in that new sh**, I say "If he can't break bread he fake, I had one more buck on my plate. It was me and bro we was in the store and both of us got 50 cent cakes"