L.A. Times (feat. Reason)

What time is it? Damn

Look, I'm on my way to the Crenshaw mall, meet with the homies

5 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 10, 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 tryna 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 red zone

Ain't no love in the heart of the city is in my headphones

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

I'm at the food court, I see **** 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 **** I went to school with

All I'm thinking is, damn, I'm finna end up on a news clip

I reached for my phone to text the homies, but I refrain

They asked where you from, hold up, record scratch, freeze frame

Never begged 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 Mrs. Quinn and Mrs. Baccus

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

Should I say I know his cousin or end up pleading the 5th?

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

Damn, where the fuck the homies right now? I need an assist

Thinking if I got put on, I wouldn't be in this shit

One, two, three, four, five

Will I leave here dead or alive?

Five, four, three, two, one

Back to the wall, run, young ****, run

What it is, Loc? Who you came with?

Where your fam from? What's your language?

Oh, you from 57th? We on the same shit

Who your peoples, ****? 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 ****, ‘cause I'm supposed to

We should take this walk before you hop in that ride

You come in here with no weapon, that shit could be suicide

Grab your shit, we headed up to Crenshaw, ****, put your rag on

I got my flag on, a **** tripping today, it's gon' be his last one

‘Cause I just lost two big homies, talk to my other ****

But they can't do shit for me, our minds different

And mines tripping, I'll take off, you think LeBron lifting

I'm off a Xan and a fifth, ****, my mind tripping

I press a **** like a collar shirt

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 **** walk in the wrong neighborhood, ‘cause we often

Get caught up into some shit that I never would've been a part of

From the other side, so I chose my flag for protection

How my brother ride

This shit genetics, ****

We at the food court like, where you headed, ****?

Think you know somebody, they ain't with us, ****

Why you nervous, cuz? Why you twitching, ****? 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 up over that

I can't go back to the hood, if I don't press, I double back

Like what's popping? What's the deal, ****? 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 shit could be suicide