L.A. Kid
Craig Allen Fravel
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I put it on my past And where I come from South West FL, You already know Where I wanna go, right back home Put us on the map, pay cash for the trap House that I called home Toys still in a hole, that I dug When I was Five years old, shit had me thrown Graffiti on them walls now Really is a trap house And the door ain't closed But nobody home, wow 208 Jackson Ave The city took it from me Now I'm here to take it back Got a fat ass center-piece right up on her back Didn't even read what the shit said, had me flashback To my middle school days at the Lakes I was a bitch Cried on the first day, yeah Cried on the very first day, yeah I was a white boy at a colored school Always bullied, but loved by a few Shit was rough But my bros started coming through, yeah And shit changed after 6th grade I became acquainted With some folks of other races Found out we's the same We just came from different places Feeling good vibrations Building strong relations With the squad Gave me a pass Hold onto that Homie I ain't black It's a wrap That's all we needa know I just want a pass to spit my flow Cause I got a story that I'm wantin' y'all to know Tell ya where ya homeboy calls home 239 till I fall into 6-foot hole I put it on my past And where I come from South West FL, you already know Where I wanna go, right back home Put us on the map, pay cash for the trap House that I called home Markings on the wall, just to show How I've grown, 13 years inside this home Graffiti on them walls now Really is a trap house And the door ain't closed But nobody home, wow Inner-city life made me what I am Moved to the sticks, fucking yee-haw land I can't vibe with these Southern pride fighters Cause I ain't a white-bread mothafuckin colonizer Miss them high-risers City hoes fire Nothing like them Latin broads My one desire Jesus Christ, girl You can set them thighs there Breakfast, lunch, and dinner You's a fucking diner That shit wasn't always fun though, yeah I lost some brothers to the blow though, yeah And some more that got blowed, oh, yeah Rest in peace lu bruh you was my bro though Drive-by he was only 17 though Shit was brazy and I thought it was a dream, oh Faded right before his birthday, oh, oh, oh Man f*ck is wrong with this world? Shit is so cold I put it on my past And where I come from South West FL, you already know Where I wanna go, right back home Put us on the map, pay cash for the trap House that I called home No matter how far I go Always know, this is home Ain't shit gonna change It's in my soul My City fell apart now SOS she goin down I'ma save her now LA kid at heart, wow
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