Story Of My Life Do Or Die (L.A.)

It's the story of our life
We live do or die
Got so many scenes of pain in my mind
I'm like oh no no no, oh no no no
L.A. L.A. is where I do my time
Got so many dreams to stay on my grind
And you know, and you know

I was never told that life would be so easy
So I would never seek another hand to feed me
Death or success over blood and anger
So I sit in my vomit
Bullets out the chamber
La costa oeste, the most depressive
Might see me with a tec necklace, I'm reckless
Expensive non-chalant, I grind daily
And every other day I'm still concentrating
Sitting here in my darkened room
Trying to get it all together
But it's up to you girl
Would you love me if I had no choice?
And the only vision of me was to hear my voice
I think about it like night and day
While the butts filling up in my fucking ashtray
Like a west campaign
Pop a bottle of champagne
So hold up ay, let me jump on a 2-way

It's the story of our life
We live do or die
Got so many scenes of pain in my mind
I'm like oh no no no, oh no no no
L.A. L.A. is where I do my time
Got so many dreams to stay on my grind
And you know, and you know

I play to win til this game's overtaken
It feels like I'm going up against a whole nation
Embrace my tactics
My styles everlasting
Won't stop til my family's shopping for my casket
Who do I trust?
The closest ones betray
Then you wonder why I stumble over the words I say
So um, use this mic to release the massacre
Rather spit bullets at this track
Then right back at ya punks
It's hard to walk this road with no destination
A lot of hurdles ahead
But I'll remain patient
I'll play this life as best I can
So when I'm lying on my death bed
I'll die like a man
And then I'll see whose really standing next to me
Til my last second, my homies or my enemies
I'm here broke as fuck
Sitting in a broken truck
Still flowing harder than anybody blowing up

It's the story of our life
We live do or die
Got so many scenes of pain in my mind
I'm like oh no no no, oh no no no
L.A. L.A. is where I do my time
Got so many dreams to stay on my grind
And you know, and you know

This the story of my life
Crammed in to a notepad
For several years
Not acknowledged through my own dad
I wrote that in more than just a decade ago
You might say, where that task come from
Juvenile hall
Just a young little block boy
With a Glock boy
Might of seen me at the swap
Pushing albums to decoy
D. Salas on the beat boy
Had to bring the street noise
Rattle up the trunk from here to Illinois
L.A. L.A. big city of dreams
Corrupted and like fuck it
It was hard for a young G
It's ruthless
Ask my ol lady what the truth is
Don't believe the hype
I was more than a cool kid
Phone tapped, followed around
By these unmarked cars
It's too hard
They don't wanna see a Chicano rap star
We survival of the fittest
As god as my witness
Now I sit and put this pen down
Cause homie I'm finished, little bitches

It's the story of our life
We live do or die
Got so many scenes of pain in my mind
I'm like oh no no no, oh no no no
L.A. L.A. is where I do my time
Got so many dreams to stay on my grind
And you know, and you know