Gorra L.A

My L.A. cap to be on top of my game
If it's to get us feeling good
I already met up with three barbies
And the night starts with Moët

And from the Backpack I already forged myself
To fly once again
As a kid, I grew up on the streets
I put in the work, yes, to grow

They look like warriors, they come every month
They're packs of blues
And now, on this side, there's no one
To bring down our ship to make money

The trucks arrive really cool
With a bit of weed, a notebook
Without losing altitude, bro, light up a blunt

Check in with the mafia and connect there
From the clique, he does the job
To shoot or any mission

Addicted to winning, unafraid of failing
Eager to try
That's how you'll achieve
If you have the guts, yes, you'll make it

Many may talk and that's where it ends
With their mouths open
Because I'm cool and, my bro
I've got your back, and I'll back you up

Watch out, the hoods are alert and militant
The cap is tilted to the side
From far away, you can see the smoke

And watch out for a brunette and the foreigner
None of them will stop me
If she wants me, I'll take her in the heat