Entry #14 - LA

La-di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)
La da da da-di da da-a, la-a
(La-a, la-a, la-a)
Let me tell you, I'm out here
From a very far away place (Me too)
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far

Moved to LA for like 4, 5 years or something
It was cool, I was new to this endless summer
Used to cruise in the
Hills bumping Rampage tapes
JP playing beats thinking life's so great
Like hey what a beautiful day
Let's go to the beach
And check out the waves
Maybe check out some babes
Even smoking some weight
Knowing damn well Skippy that
This life don't play but anyway went from
Dreams of one day to have a Hollywood mansion
Damn son, what was you on?
Fucking the assistant of Sir Scooter Braun
Distracted by the scene
Didn't know I was wrong
Hoped to get me a song
Hoping that I'd get on but now I know though
Bitches do anything for a photo at the SoHo
Move to LA and pretend that they a model
Pay $1000 for a Grey Goose bottle
Then be sleepin' on the couch
Of the promoter's condo
Gosh girl, get you a job
Serving at the bar but she don't
Even charge for round 2 though true though
Do look good in bathing suit's though
N-IC-E with the ahi tuna
Then tune up at Equinox
Working on quads, glutes, other body parts
Oops, have I said a lot
Oh look at you looking cute, booty too
What's that Instagram?
I ain't for that, more bout that raw rap
Blu & Exile freestyle, need more that
Even way before that, that 2Pac Shakur tash
Alcoholic sugar free speak kind of sort of
Getting too cute, need to be ruthless
Something in your tooth little dude
You look stupid
Talking Stacey Dash on the news type clueless
Crew probably stab you in
The back like Brutus truth is not here for
Some motherfucking call back
Here to make moves and to juke
You out your jock strap
Hanging with the for the movies
And the hot tracks hollywood groups
Lick my tiny little ball sack
So I had to move back to Philly
Boom bap for really
No more parties in LA with Lohan and Milly
I mean Miley on the side
Probably smiling so wide
Cause she know celebrities all dying inside
And I ain't got time to waste
Hope you got the good side of my face
Or I'll lie about my age
And I'm on the front page of some tabloid
Saying that my management blame it
On my bad boy phase
Please believe it, fame I don't need it
This ain't no shade to LA or
This is just to say that the
Game try to lead us
To bright and shiny things and I'm
Saying you can keep it
So shouts to Kendrick and Q, Jay Rock
And Odd Future earl if you need that apple
Sauce, know I got you, yo
Vince be the truth, Nipsey, Pac Div too
Buddy when I get back
Have them Backwoods cued
So I be getting dough while
I'm working on the floor
You be doing blow with one O
With hopes to see Leo, please
Not me yo, deal but no deal
Leave you with one spiel for real
And that's to be yourself

No more parties in LA
Please baby, no more parties in LA
Okay well, maybe I'll go for a few days
But only if I hit the Lakers game with Dave
But jeeze, no more parties in LA
Come on, no more parties in LA