[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Neon lights bleed through the smog, Vinewood’s callin’ my name,
Palm trees sway where the bullets play, it’s all part of the game.
Sunset Boulevard’s a stage, every shadow’s got a price,
From Del Perro pier to the desert heat, we hustle day and night.
[Chorus]
Los Santos, where the saints don’t pray,
Gold plated dreams rust in the fray.
One wrong turn, you’re a headline by dawn,
City of angels—but the outlaws stay on.
[Verse 2]
Top-down ride, chrome wheels grind, sirens wail in our wake,
Maze Bank tower watches, silent judge of every stake.
The Ballas lurk, OGs smirk, loyalty’s a fleeting ghost,
From heists to high life, every victory comes with a toast.
[Bridge]
Concrete jungle, where the weak don’t last,
Chrome and ashes, futures fade to past.
Ammo clips clink, engines roar in the night,
Survival’s the anthem—we’re all born to f***t.
[Chorus]
Los Santos, where the saints don’t pray,
Gold plated dreams rust in the fray.
One wrong turn, you’re a headline by dawn,
City of angels—but the outlaws stay on.
[Outro]