[Chorus]
Yo, in the LA, where angels that fell wish they could fly
In the city of angels, everybody live the lie
Where the poor go through hell, and don't nobody wanna die
'Til then, they still sin to get by
I grew up in the LA, where angels that fell wish they could fly
In the city of angels, everybody live the lie
Where the poor go through hell, and don't nobody wanna die
In the LA, the LA, thе LA
[Verse]
It's where you eithеr rocking red or blue or a suit and tie
You either acting in Hollywood or selling crack on the grind
Either packing and jacking or you rapping rhymes for dimes
Or you working nine to five, on the side, you selling dimes
Heaven is inhaling fire
'Cause these trees lift me higher than church choirs
Or the holiest man, having a pastor read a verse by him
Actually I'm lying, knowledge be having me flying
And having K.O.S., is like turning into a lion
On Mount Zion, climbing onto the ninth cloud to lie on
And the truth is like turning a light on
No, the truth is like turning the light off
Still seeing the same as if the light is on
Live like life is long and death is not
Cause I cannot, I know that my time is short
So I'ma force everything that I adore out of me
In a form more mathematic melodically
Los Angeles anthropology
Pottery got me dropping geology on the beat
Letting you know, no one you know is as G as me
I grew up in the hood, even with Hollywood up the street
So you probably think I should be a geek but honestly I'm a freak
With super powers activated by blazing a green leaf
[Chorus]
Yo, in the LA, where angels that fell wish they could fly
In the city of angels, everybody live the lie
Where the poor go through hell, and don't nobody wanna die
'Til then, they still sin to get by
I grew up in the LA, where angels that fell wish they could fly
In the city of angels, everybody live the lie
Where the poor go through hell, and don't nobody wanna die
In the LA, the LA, the LA
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