Gangland

[Verse 1] Yo, I was raised where the sun haze and the gun sprays, livin' in L.A.'s maze, Crip blue on the crew, but the blood stays—bodies drop, and the blood weighs. Corner posted, like homies never dazed, pipe in the waistband, clips loaded— I ain't playin' in the land of locs, vatos rollin', Chicano blocks got 'em explodin'. Piru or blue? Choose or lose quick, better move slick, Fool's quick to pull sticks, you either cool, or you fully clipped. They say respect the set, or get stretched—death's the debt you owe, But I keep my pride, five deep, ridin' when the tension grows. Pressure's heavy, Chevy low, and I ain't hesitatin', Navigatin' streets dark, while the devil's waitin'. Brothers trigger-happy, envyin', flashin' fast cash, But I be mashin' past traps, tryna outlast that blast. [Chorus] I seen the ghettos rise, seen the ghettos fall, Livin' by the code, dodgin' death, standin' tall. Bullets fly, homies die, but I won't fall, Navigatin' L.A.'s streets, I'ma conquer it all. [Verse 2] Concrete jungle, strapped like we all hunters, Flippin' bundles, Crips and Pirus thunder on the summers. Blood on the curb got you lookin' over shoulders, Cholo's colors on the vest, don't forget it when they roll up. Homie, I seen it—homie, I lived it, legit wit' it The skill to pivot, or you'll drown in the grip quick, Bricks, clips, myths turned real when the heat sticks, Better zip lips, or you'll sleep through them street risks. I talk to God bout makin' it through all the static, Automatic in the waist, tragic what the cash did. Homies flash steel, ain't no love that's real, In the 'jects, it's all neglect, they deal pain like pills, uh. Quick decisions, make 'em fast or end in collision, Vision blurry, but I rise like a king on a mission. A Crip stack, Blood rack, homie, it's the same track— Run it back, flippin' out the trap, but I ain't tryna lack. [Chorus] I seen the ghettos rise, seen the ghettos fall, Livin' by the code, dodgin' death, standin' tall. Bullets fly, homies die, but I won't fall, Navigatin' L.A.'s streets, I'ma conquer it all. [Verse 3] Brown pride in the veins, vatos in the varrios, Dodgin' federales and crooked cops in the narrow rows. Players dealt stress, chest heavy from the brown & blue, Actin' cool gets you rocked—you ain't down, we see through. Chicano steel, never kneel, we pack the heat right, Flex 'n' peel out the whip, rollin' deep through the streetlights. Ain't trustin' nothin', homie bluffin', end up six feet under, Mama cryin' from the blunder, life flashes, makes you wonder. But I ain't foldin', still controllin' my zone, Got a mind full of pain but it's holdin' my throne. Enemies everywhere, but I dance in the fire, Never hand it to liars, every pass, I'm climbin' higher. Sound of sirens singin', I ain't blinkin', what you thinkin'? This the life in L.A., where crooked smiles leave you sinkin'. I pray for peace, but stay gripped with the chrome, In this land of lost souls, only losin' gets you home. [Chorus] I seen the ghettos rise, seen the ghettos fall, Livin' by the code, dodgin' death, standin' tall. Bullets fly, homies die, but I won't fall, Navigatin' L.A.'s streets, I'ma conquer it all. I seen the ghettos rise, seen the ghettos fall. I seen the ghettos rise, seen the ghettos fall, Livin' by the code, dodgin' death, standin' tall. Bullets fly, homies die, but I won't fall, Navigatin' L.A.'s streets, I'ma conquer it all.