That Ain't Love
Little Brother
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Born in L.A., it's hard to get star struck
Born in L.A., so I always keep my guard up
Born in L.A., plus it's still where I stay
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
I'm from a city that breathes death, multiple shots firing
Home of the violent, niggas wild'n, half city, half island
I was born in the 'Woods, raised in the San Fernando Valley
Where there's eses and mostly bloods
Big family so I had cousins 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 smoke in the lung, beer in the can
These streets respect killers and I'm just a man
The dead is still, it's in us, remember that Chace told ya
The nation is infected by L.A. gang culture
I'm an ordained reporter, live from the center
Well respected as an artist and a thorough street nigga
Yeah, my birthplace my home and I'll be buried on Prairie
Across the street from where I was born, in L.A
Born in L.A., it's hard to get star struck
Born in L.A., so I always keep my guard up
Born in L.A., plus it's still where I stay
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
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, it's lethal
And day time's a sunny place for shady people
It's a boy, my father stole his son out the hospital
No loot wasn't stopping his joy, had it poppin'
Raised in Santa Monica to the divorce
6 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 first hand
Fake 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 4th of July, launch your missiles
L.A. is different since my best friend's gone
Some moved locations, some just moved on
The neighborhood changed and 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
Born in L.A., it's hard to get star struck
Born in L.A., so I always keep my guard up
Born in L.A., plus it's still where I stay
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
I got a sixth sense for danger, man, a secondhand nature for war
The biggest rivals in my city's the law
I'm from that Pico-Union district, homie, fuck what you thought
We got trees, windows and raw, whatever you want
I'm just a pawn in that federal plan to get us all on
A nice little high, shoot each other for chromes
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 actions that come
From my body are only for medicine, pass through my lungs
I got that downtown psyche, Cortez with a Nike logo
Locos like me treating pipes like wifeys
Buying up Cristal and rocks nightly, don't take my block lightly
We're screwed up like everybody in the world might be
Born into Union and 17th, out the womb in the 70s
Repping Los D'Angels through musical melodies, what
Born in L.A., it's hard to get star struck
Born in L.A., so I always keep my guard up
Born in L.A., plus it's still where I stay
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday