90057
When I was a young kid, just about the age of 6
I was an alley boy
Notorious little pricks
Rolling deep
We always had a little crowd
Throwing rocks, smashing windows, yelling out loud
Fighting older men that wouldn't give us their money
We ganged up on em cuz we thought that shit was funny
Westlake district, roaming around the town
We made sure your stupid smile turned into a frown
We were put on earth just to trouble you
We'd fuck yo shit up, skate away and throw a W
Fucks, we never had one to give
The only rule we had was not to rob a relative
Posted in the corner asking people for a quarter
The struggle at home was very familiar to us
School never mattered so I never had an A plus
A bunch of little kids, some say were dangerous
We made a lot of noise, slashing out the all the toys
Far from ordinary, you could say troubled boys
Suburban kids wish they lived in these territories
They only dress and pose to post it on their stories
I find it funny when I hear em talk like they have struggles of their own
What's wrong kid? Need a bigger home?
I'm not asking for your pity but it's harder in the city
It's the reason why my style is so gritty
Original, coming straight from my dome
90057 is my home
I was an alley boy
Notorious little pricks
Rolling deep
We always had a little crowd
Throwing rocks, smashing windows, yelling out loud
Fighting older men that wouldn't give us their money
We ganged up on em cuz we thought that shit was funny
Westlake district, roaming around the town
We made sure your stupid smile turned into a frown
We were put on earth just to trouble you
We'd fuck yo shit up, skate away and throw a W
Fucks, we never had one to give
The only rule we had was not to rob a relative
Posted in the corner asking people for a quarter
The struggle at home was very familiar to us
School never mattered so I never had an A plus
A bunch of little kids, some say were dangerous
We made a lot of noise, slashing out the all the toys
Far from ordinary, you could say troubled boys
Suburban kids wish they lived in these territories
They only dress and pose to post it on their stories
I find it funny when I hear em talk like they have struggles of their own
What's wrong kid? Need a bigger home?
I'm not asking for your pity but it's harder in the city
It's the reason why my style is so gritty
Original, coming straight from my dome
90057 is my home
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Writer(s): Gustavo Tapia-huerta
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