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"The Lost Angels Anthem" is a track by Blu, from the album A Long Red Hot Los Angeles Summer Night, released 1st March 2019. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 C.R.E.A.M. 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 [Chorus] Angels, comin' from all angles Better watch your chain 'fore They leave you like Cain and Abel Less [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] Angels, comin' from all angles Better watch your chain 'fore They leave you like Cain and Abel Less [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] Lost angels, lost angels, lost angels, lost angels Lost angels, lost angels, lost angels, lost angels
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