The LA - Blu, Secret Service Agents

It’d be absurd for you to think, you could serve like me

The big BL, nobody blew that herb like me

Straight out of CA, nobody know the curb like me

The curse might be, the gifts when you birth like g’s

The first mic king, that CA seen since Mac Dre

Had tapes, servicing niggas that had papes

Had the jakes on my place, 3 days, had to shake

Threw the luggage at my brother, that’s how you catch a case

Muthafuckas need to 1−8-7 a deep cover, just to be discovered

I shot the sheriff no shutter

Close your blinds while I open mine

And let that California shine make a ho go blind

Before she blow yo' mind

Waking up in my city

A lot of angles, not an angel here to guide me

Living lost in these streets

Wouldn’t advise you to come and find me

Ain’t shit shiny, if anything is someone as grimy

Wonder how I see it everyday and still put it behind me

Stronger, top of the block, still walking through the bottom

Problems we got’em, funny, just wouldn’t be the same without’em

It’s the balance, can’t challenge what it was already written

Is some truth, some proof

But the majority sit in my Caddy, Krysten, Crystal quiet (?)

Still hear them snakes, system, politic and they starting riots

My science sparks the ignition fire, burn

California coast line outline my poetry

Declare my dedication to my street hop openly

Potent throw-etry (floetry?) confidently confident

Smacking the incompetent with dominant doctrine

Devastating documents, documented in confidence

Manifested swag since I first started rocking shit

Hide from behind the trees in fatigue flow

Super back south central mental with my dome

West coast Destro, GX, baby, like Jethro

Back then to lately, they say crazy how we wreck the flow

Men in black?

Double 0 agent pounding pavements

West is yet to come, going HAM on imitators like that