gang unit

Verse) Pull up in the city, got the heat, it’s all around, .223 in the stash, watch the opps hit the ground, Late night lurking, shadows move, we’re stealthy, In the land of palm trees, but my heart's kinda wealthy. Enemies plotting, but they don’t know the deal, Hit 'em with precision, every shot is surreal, .50 round loaded, yeah, we aiming for the top, In the concrete jungle, we don’t play, we just drop. Hustle in my veins, got the grind on repeat, From the block to the booth, every line’s on the beat, Savage with the flow, got the streets on my back, In this LA life, never fade, never lack. Eyes on the prize, while the haters just drown, Real ones around me, never folding, we hold ground, Survival of the fittest, in this game, it’s profound, Spraying the opps, in LA, we wear the crown.