[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.
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