L.A. Times (Explicit) - Nana/Reason

Lyrics by：Nana Opong/Robert Lee Gill, Jr/Dillan Beau Bailard/Jeremy Alexander Uribe/Donnell Paul Stephens

Composed by：Nana Opong/Robert Lee Gill, Jr/Dillan Beau Bailard/Jeremy Alexander Uribe/Donnell Paul Stephens

Aaaaah what time is it

D**n

Look I'm on my way to the Crenshaw mall

Meet with the homies

Five o'clock on a Saturday evening I'm on my lonely

Text me when you get to your destination my brother told me

Let me hold ten reaching inside of his members only

I left the crib Marlton and King is where I stood at

I ain't tryna dance with the devil watch where my foot at

I'm just trying to kick it and chill

Know where I'm good at

And hit the Magic Johnson theatre and bag a hoodrat

A few from Crenshaw Westchester a couple redbones

One false move you in a redzone

Ain't no love in the heart of the city

Is in my headphones

Didn't think I'd get into trouble but was I dead wrong

I'm at the food court I see n***as tryna approach

Walking right in my direction

Now my back against the ropes

And they start to scope I look away not to provoke

I can see this going downhill fast I'm on a slope

They like five deep one of them n***as

I went to school with

All I'm thinking is d**n

I'm finna end up on a news clip

I reached for my phone to text the homie but I refrain

They asked where you from hold up

Record scratch freeze frame

Never banged a day in my life what should I do

Not to mention they look angry as hell my point of view

I see an opening on the left or should I break right

Stand ground and take the whooping or should I take flight

The one I recognize wore a hardwood classic

His sisters at the two twelve every week she ratchet

Me and his cousin had Missus Quinn and Missus Baccus

That was my n***a taught me how to finger roll in practice

Should I say I know his cousin

That end up pleading the fifth

It ain't really looking too good as I'm reading his lips

D**n where the f**k the homies right now I need an assist

Thinking if I got put on I wouldn't be in this s**t

One two three four five

Will I leave here dead or alive

Five four three two one

Back to the wall run young n***a run

What it is loc who you came with

Where your fam from what's your language

Oh you from fifty seventh we on the same s**t

Who your peoples n***a who they name is

You know you really shouldn't be strolling through spots

That you not supposed to

I know who you is my n***a 'cause I'm supposed to

We should take this walk before you hop in that ride

You come in here with no weapon that s**t could be suicide

Grab your s**t we headed up to Crenshaw

N***a put your rag on

I got my flag on a n***a tripping today

It's gon be his last one

'Cause I just lost two big homies talk to my other n***as

But they can't do s**t for me our minds different

And mines trippin' I take off you think LeBron lifting

I'm off a xan and a fifth n***a my mind trippin'

I press a n***a like a collar s**t

I'm out for revenge plus amends I put a dollar first

It's 'bout five we can smoke till it's darker

I hope n***as walk in the wrong neighborhood 'cause we often

Get caught up into some s**t

That I never would've been apart of

From the other side so I chose my flag for protection

How my brother ride

This s**t genetics n***a

We at the food court like where you headed n***a

Think you know somebody they ain't with us n***a

Why you nervous cuzz why you twitching n***a

Freeze frame

Truth be told I'm scared sometimes bothered and protected

Chose this life out of tradition have no choice

I have no ethics

Put my pride above it all

I put my flag above of that

I can't go back to the hood If I don't press

I double back I double back

Like what's popping what's the deal n***a

Where your partners

Why you looking like you 'bout to make a run

That ain't no option

We should go and take this walk

Before you hop in that ride

You come in here with no weapon that s**t could be suicide