Radio Los Santos, your favorite escape
(Radio Los Santos, your favorite escape)
Yeah, Sky's looking gray over the iron bridge
City of Saints, where the sins built the empire
Don't check your rearview mirror
Just hit play
Woke with sunrise burning off the Sultan's paint
3: 00 AM, wide awake, heart colder than a saint
Pirate radio buzzing 'bout a jewelry store score
I ain't Michael, my midlife crisis starts a different war
Grew up watching Venturas shining from afar
Cash changed hands, respect left another scar
Backseat loaded, duffel stuffed with bands
Freedom keeps slipping through my bloody hands
I don't follow green GPS, I pave my own path
Dark alleys, shotgun smoke, surviving every wrath
They call me a ghost, always changing my skin
Vinewood tux yesterday, Davis hoodie again
No save points in the lives we live
Every friend's got secrets, every deal can kill
They think they've cornered me in this dead-end street
But they forgot I wrote the script for these cursed streets
Foot on the gas, white smoke fills the sky
Blowing through the toll booth, watch me fly
Remember CJ? Same recipe in the hood
Follow the train, now I am the train, understood?
Barrel still hot, armor torn to bits
Adrenaline's the fuel behind my hits
I don't want the quiet life of an NPC on the sidewalk
Walking in circles, waiting to get clipped while they talk
I'm programmed chaos, the glitch in the dark
Helicopter spotlights hunting through the park
Tell Ammu-Nation, have my next crate
Tonight I'm rewriting my own fate
Five stars at the top of the screen, the world wants me dead
Speeding across the bridge, the city shines for me
It's not fiction, it's life at the edge of the map
If life gets tough, you type in the cheat code
Five stars at the top of the screen, the world wants me dead
Speeding across the bridge, the city shines for me
It's not fiction, it's life at the edge of the map
If life gets tough, you type in the cheat code
Get filthy rich (get filthy rich)
Or die trying, staring into the abyss
(Game over)
(Game over)
(Mission Failed)
(Wasted)
(Game over)
(Game over)
(Mission Failed)
(Wasted)
Reborn in the hospital
With fifty dollars less in my pocket
But the city is still mine
Let's go–start all over again