Yo, what's good, my friend?

La-Vista (us) is wild, man.

I live here, been hustlin' too long.
Down on Main Strip, streets so lit,

Gotta peep 5th & Royal.

Dude, it's bumpin' nonstop.

People droppin' hints like mic bombs.
I roll past the ol’ Neon Park—

It glows hard like Under the Skin vibes.

Pure magic, like skin on skin, ya feel?

Always remind me of that movie, yo.
Chillin' by the River Twiz,

It flows like deep thoughts, man.

I once slept there under stars.

Dreams float free, Young Mula Baby!
Yo, you'll love Eastside’s vibe.

This hood got secrets, word.

Cobbled streets, murals, raw art;

Sharp like my moods, damn true.
I got a fave spot, no lie:

Little Lemon Café on Vine.

I hang there when trippin',

Spilt brews, crazy graffiti, LOL.
Miss bustlin’ at West End Plaza.

Vendor shouts, folks so hyped.

Some nights, mad beats clash,

Lights, sounds, hella emotional, ya dig?
Man, a rainy day got me vexed.

Rain drop drip, then chaos bang.

Car horns, sad souls, feels rough.

But yo, that gloom fades quick.
I hit the burbs, Northside calm,

Tiny parks, quick laughs, vibe on.

I’d tell ya secrets, my truth,

Like how love change your beat.
City's a canvas, blazin’ art.

Every corner got a story.

Memories painted in dirty tags,

Reflecting life in neon dreams.
Ain’t nothin perfect, man, no lie.

Typos in my thoughts, ha! Srry,

in rush like beats in tracks,

Flowing free, erratic, raw.
So friend, come thru La-Vista,

Feel magic, raw, and all that.

We livin’ dreams, like Under the Skin,

Real talk, Young Mula Baby, word!