

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – talkin, aggressive] Don’t ask me how I’m feelin’, ask me where I’m from Same city make stars, same city load guns Don’t play with me. [Hook – simple, catchy, hood] Los Santos, we don’t play fair Same block, same opps, same prayer If I eat, everybody straight If I starve, it’s a crime rate Los Santos, where they smile fake Same love turn to gunplay I ain’t lucky, I survived That’s Los Santos—do or die [Verse 1 – straight street talk] Raised where the plug got a plug And the judge know your name First lesson: don’t talk Second lesson: don’t change I ain’t grow up with options I grew up with warnings Police lights blink like stars That ain’t beauty, that’s mourning Everybody “bro” till it’s smoke Everybody tough till it’s real Same ones scream “free my dog” Then ghost when he sittin’ in jail I don’t rap for clout, I rap for bread Bills don’t care how you feel Mama stressin’, lights get cut Tell me what choice that give? [Hook] Los Santos, we don’t play fair Same block, same opps, same prayer If I eat, everybody straight If I starve, it’s a crime rate Los Santos, where they smile fake Same love turn to gunplay I ain’t lucky, I survived That’s Los Santos—do or die [Verse 2 – colder, more disrespectful] I don’t trust smiles, I trust patterns Seen friends flip faster than channels Same hands askin’ for help Be the ones lightin’ the candle They want peace but love violence Say they real but move silent Internet gangsters loud as hell But disappear when it’s sirens I ain’t rich but I ain’t dumb I don’t flex what I can’t replace Life here cheap, funerals packed Same hood, different face Don’t preach morals from the sidewalk If you never had to steal food If you never heard shots pop And still had school the next day too [Bridge – grim, spoken] This ain’t pain music This survival music This “make it home or don’t” music [Hook – last, harder] Los Santos, we don’t play fair You get money or get laid there Same streets raise killers and kings Same grave take both, I swear Los Santos, don’t play dumb City don’t love no one I ain’t evil, I adapted That’s what happen where I’m from [Outro – cold] Don’t call me heartless Call me trained This city don’t forgive mistakes Los Santos. EYE put that on E roc and UTFB... BITCH!
Tags
Flute drill, emo heavy bass, heavy 808s,harmonica, soul, slow, switch up the beat
3:13
No
1/10/2026