Blu, Oh No, Kezia - The Lost Angels Anthem lyrics

Angels, comin' from all angles
Better watch your chain 'fore
They leave you like Cain and Abel
Less, take no mess and your bitch scandalous
Scandalous

Money, money, my motto money machine
Money cell phone ring
Mulatto models makin' money
Money makin' me, never breakin' me
Big Bank Hankin' me, bread, bakery bed
Green elephant, kale green
Green fillin' my jeans
Every CREAM queen cake for me
Queen, countin' my cakes
Caught the cakes with me, cake
Clap for me, gat clap, blasphemy
Clap, the ground clap back
I bust back rapidly, raps wrap packages
Ship pack in the clip, gift-wrap rap packages
Stadium packed, packed bag
Back in the day, the flow was immaculate, mag
Mary Jane sag, Cadillac lags, I'm in back
Cracked sun roof
You could see the blue through the grass
Blunt blue and blue, blue and blue
And blues and bluegrass
The green grass blew a few new blue-greens
Blue meanin' mean new green, Blueface
Benny Franks wouldn't say blue-green, blue
Blew through so much green
Man that green turned blue
That nigga Blu so green, so, so mean
And my tongue is a machine that
No one can run away from
The law low, I stay wayward
So once you take one step, you are so lost
You end up somewhere with the, with the
With the

Angels, comin' from all angles
Better watch your chain 'fore
They leave you like Cain and Abel less

Talkin' big, big business, Bugs, Benjamin
Benjamin Frank bank faces, bank good
And banks billion bucks, bank
Bank the tank truck
Same Titanic ship sunk sank my pants sag
Hang metals to chain, chain swang
The gang lost los Angeles, Vegas, lost, lost
Balls paper tossed, ran on me
Grams rain, rain, rain came from Ramses reign
Gold rings, lil gold chains swang
Change clothes and go, go
Why can't they go be more remote?
We go back to the East Coast
Newark, new work and work
Jelly niggas eat toes, shotgun the weed smoke
Pop, lock, pop Glock, 45 Shady from D-mode
Moe Dee
But she keep askin' me for more things
More green
But Moe Greene died askin' for mo' green
Hold mo' gold, reap what you sow
In maybe two more
You gon' bring me more cheese
That just might get you two
More weeks before you sumo
No pseudo, sue me, mobile move, more Sunni
Sufi, swoop, swoop, Suzie make uzi shoot
Shoot a star movie, camera shy
Shy should've shot him right with the
Toolie for the, for the, for the

Angels, comin' from all angles
Better watch your chain 'fore
They leave you like Cain and Abel less

Uh, we on the block, black top on the block
We on the block, black
Black right back on the block
Black on black, gold, gold crosses
Black on black it broke backs
Broke folks gettin' back on crack
And back broke black back before
Hunnid years or so
Gold, black, gold, India to Mexico
Black go back on the block
Stack stock, stack gold top of stacks
Still, still blue, still kill
Beats, still cold, still, still rob burglar
We're breakin' the coasts, cold murder
Murder she wrote
Circle, circle all of the globe
We on the block
Black top on the block, top of the block
Writin' raps right back to the top
Of the rap on the block
On it not movin' on it
We on the map for the gold
Bringin' all of that back
When I get home to the loss
Lost so many friends
That I get lost when I'm home
Home so many losses
I feel at home with the loss

Angels, comin' from all angles
Better watch your chain 'fore
They leave you like Cain and Abel
Less, take no mess and your bitch scandalous
Scandalous

Lost angels, lost angels, lost angels
Lost angels
Lost angels, lost angels, lost angels
Lost angels