LaBrea

[Verse 1]
Look, LaBrea's where you'll find me
Chillin' with my niggas gettin' awry
If you ain't ridin', please then get the fuck from behind me
All these fake dudes still bitin'
Do us all a favor, G, stop rhyming
Headed to the top, still climbing
About to get on, buy my moms a home
And a brand new timepiece
She can't even look at the shit it's too shiny
Diamonds on your neck, diamonds on your chain
Diamonds from the continent brought a lot of pain
Look into that ring, you'll see a lot of shame
It don't matter though, people just wanna [?]
Cash rules like crack to fiends, well
I'ma shoe H, 'cause that bass moves me
Bombs over Baghdad, the shits abstract
Niggas at war in the hood, where the stash at
Shit man, I ain't even seen it
The W-M-D's are lookin' like Katrina
I went to New Orleans, a nigga got a fever
For southern bell diva and some sneakers
Gotta be old school, down for the freaking
Roll them joints tight, all I gotta do is breathe in
Begin to spit things that's pleasin'
Los Angeles the MC is who I am

[Verse 2]
Look, L.A. is where you'll find me
Only in the studio, they on the verge of signing
Always in my neighborhood the streets keep reminding
Me of where I'm tryna be before it's done winding
Down, damn ladies be in love with me now
'Cause of sounds, that we be laying down
While the record spins around
I break this grammar and sprinkle hash on the ground
OG by the pound
Tryna get this party bumpin' everybody bouncin'
Pennies by the thoughts and I sell them by the ounce
Newfound glory every time I come to town
These are fightin' words I'm bout to punch yo shit out
Run my city, I ain't Diddy you bitch
Only one lipgloss on the tip of my dick
I was born pissed off [?] spit
First ones trust no one and take that risk
If you don't make hits, won't see no tits
Only here for the money, you gone be broke quick
Lookin' for the truth, it sounds something like this
Music is my life, I ain't ever gone quit