Yeah.
Los Angeles raised me where the cold hearts grow.
She was fighting for her life, I was chasing that dough.
I wasn't tryna be a gangster,
wasn't built for the fame.
I was tryna save my baby,
put some hope on her name. Fuck cancer, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck betrayal.
Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Los Angeles nice, cold blood, heartbreak, and hell.
Born in the dirt where the streetlights flicker, cold nights, broke life, made my heart beat quicker.
My girl got cancer, couldn't pay for the cure.
I'd sell my fucking soul just to keep her secure.
My day-one homie said we could stack that bread, so we hit them streets while the whole block slept.