Wally Left, ​d’Eon, Boycott Blues - N$GT$ lyrics

Pharaoh headed barrel like a violent wesson
Grip a triton bring the tide
In like poseidons blessing
Lightning rods strike you
Smite ya clique n light the reverends
Rarer than a kiss from heaven
Yet you fight the essence
Left em in a pit of discretion
Scribble this sinning emit the
(infinence?) n i'm left with
I'm infinite as Eminem in '96 lined
With the riddles and line spit
Yeah after I climb then my mind click
Now i spit til ya fuckin versaci design rip
No vuitton or armani designers so fine stitch
Diamond suppliers high as you get
Fuck dishonoring shit
The soul provider lift my eyes
Up to zion and lift
Now i'm fly as ever in my ibis feathers
With my cleopatra tatted eyes idol perfection
Suit yourself
Like david & bridal professions
But don't come cryin' when we fly up
To zion you getting left bitch

Listen closely LEFT COAST NIGGA!

God granted us halos gold links for the hate
Left coastin with no state
Angels hailin from LA
Lost Angeles got damnit it's heavenly
Rain blessings straight from the
Bezel now breathe we got them jewels with us
And we got nigga's boos with us
Ghost ride the bandwagons come
N cruise with us
No State Lost Angels, in the cool we trust

Shooting for the jewelry like resivour dogs
I got my halo and devil horns on
That's not a metaphor naw
Head to war when my heavenly weaponry draws
Lost angels we'll forever be destined to fall
Feels like I'm floating through clouds
Dodging the sun rays
And those lost due to gunplay
I'm right next to you
Please put your hands together just
Like it was Sunday
You taking off on the run and we
Taking off on the run way
You see the difference between us
Imma nit witted genius and sick with it
Even though Imma ghetto nigga out
Here grippin his penis
Through his jeans swoopin through ya scene
Like he the coolest thing
Start the sequence as my heart is beating
I'm not the biggest god believer
Lets just carpe diem
Giving wanna be mc's the bg's
Its nsbg since the bc's nigga

Gotta keep the tags on ya halo
Got mines in '95 forgot to
Check it at the gate
Left the wings for the next fool
But re-upped with red bull
I lay low skinny nigga im lanky
But im laced layin pennies
Pitchin' two for you, when coast came thru?
Ya chickens flew the coupe down
South they knew the routes
Birds niggas in the burbs tryna glisten
Off the beatin in ya speakers
Ya can tell my walk is kinda off
From the creases in my sneakers
Pedal like the black mags
My platoon out for doubloons
Flyin the black flag
I'm deep as davey jones bolster the weight
Of the globe o by o
Shakin' the po's like Lupin
It's cool long as you cruise
With the right maneuverin'
I knew that I was fooling for
Trying to find a angel when we
All had to fall like lucifer
Came down from the clouds like gabriel
Laid my name down
It's left so the presence is felt