Craig Allen Fravel - L.A. Kid Lyrics

I put it on my past
And where I come from
South West FL, You already know
Where I wanna go, right back home
Put us on the map, pay cash for the trap
House that I called home
Toys still in a hole, that I dug When I was
Five years old, shit had me thrown
Graffiti on them walls now
Really is a trap house
And the door ain't closed
But nobody home, wow

208 Jackson Ave
The city took it from me
Now I'm here to take it back
Got a fat ass center-piece right up on her back
Didn't even read what the shit said, had me flashback
To my middle school days at the Lakes
I was a bitch
Cried on the first day, yeah
Cried on the very first day, yeah
I was a white boy at a colored school
Always bullied, but loved by a few
Shit was rough
But my bros started coming through, yeah
And shit changed after 6th grade
I became acquainted
With some folks of other races
Found out we's the same
We just came from different places
Feeling good vibrations
Building strong relations
With the squad
Gave me a pass
Hold onto that
Homie I ain't black
It's a wrap
That's all we needa know
I just want a pass to spit my flow
Cause I got a story that I'm wantin' y'all to know
Tell ya where ya homeboy calls home
239 till I fall into 6-foot hole

I put it on my past
And where I come from
South West FL, you already know
Where I wanna go, right back home
Put us on the map, pay cash for the trap
House that I called home
Markings on the wall, just to show
How I've grown, 13 years inside this home
Graffiti on them walls now
Really is a trap house
And the door ain't closed
But nobody home, wow
Inner-city life made me what I am
Moved to the sticks, f*cking yee-haw land
I can't vibe with these Southern pride fighters
Cause I ain't a white-bread mothaf*ckin colonizer
Miss them high-risers
City hoes fire
Nothing like them Latin broads
My one desire
Jesus Christ, girl
You can set them thighs there
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner
You's a f*cking diner
That shit wasn't always fun though, yeah
I lost some brothers to the blow though, yeah
And some more that got blowed, oh, yeah
Rest in peace lu bruh you was my bro though
Drive-by he was only 17 though
Shit was brazy and I thought it was a dream, oh
Faded right before his birthday, oh, oh, oh
Man f*ck is wrong with this world?
Shit is so cold

I put it on my past
And where I come from
South West FL, you already know
Where I wanna go, right back home
Put us on the map, pay cash for the trap
House that I called home
No matter how far I go
Always know, this is home
Ain't shit gonna change
It's in my soul
My City fell apart now
SOS she goin down
I'ma save her now
LA kid at heart, wow