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bambu - rather die in l.a. lyrics

[intro]
this sh-t is natural to me. it’s where i’m from it’s where i live. i wear it on my heart. it’s apparent when you see me. i was raised here, i’m from here, i’ma die here. l.a., l.a. c’mon

[verse one]
it feel like swine eyes eyeing from behind when i drive
city lights invite the prey like the bait on a line
community face lifted with a duplex and a coffee shop
convicts coming home to a supermarket parking lot
spray painted names
just so you know
you could get punished with hundreds of bullets if you don’t watch where you go
and hospital staff see you as trash in you ain’t in these type clothes
drive bys to say “hi”, where bullets shatter your bones
how old don’t matter, blood splatter, guts ageless
and innocent women and children standing by all they favorites
makeshift guns make you run fast for some shade
but we stand here, chest out, i’ll die in l.a
it’s [?] yelling “vamanos”
my gang [?]
shoot at me on friday, we coming back late on sábado
maybe the dirt in the air block my grandma prayers
but over here it feel like my grandma god don’t care

[hook] {x2}
lay me down between the smog in the dirt of my birth
los angeles in my heart, my neighborhood come first
i die in l.a., i’d rather die in l.a
i’d rather die in l.a. d-d-die in l.a

[verse two]
these tattoos not for fashion
clothes not for matching
it’s to identify where you from, who you ran with
the block that you stand with
homie’s you throw hands with
the enemies who will nine out of ten, get blasted
a tribute to those p-ssed in
those who went in trapped in
boxes like a cage, animal inside rattling bars and sn-tching cars
looking for a reason to, drill your thighs with bullets
to paralyze you how they leaving you
city rotten to the pike
shotgun to a life
where grammar school student up at pockets of my knife
let the dice roll over potholes, watch out for rivals
trickery where police help a young man’s survival rate
screw my face and handcuff me tight
tell my mom it’s my fault, go ‘head and k!ll me tonight
i’d rather…

[hook]

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