Lost Angels

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Click clack I'm well known on streets as Sick Jack My beats straight heat and it's sick how my clique raps My drug come in pounds and my money in big stacks The army is intact, homey so get back Get stacked, Lost Angel meets the Illadelph You ain't down with the team you probably should kill yourself Find us in the street while you sittin' up in the shelf You're whole style's cold as ice, probably how winter felt The six side army of the Pharaoh trip And you're trying to compete with that old shit Man I'm loaded with vocabo like an ammo clip It gets worser than ? when the ? spit Bangin' on your block When you guzzle and you spark Blastin' in the badlands bangin' up in hunting park And the people in your area tear you all apart Cuz to us rap is a game, killing is an art mark [Chorus x2] No blindfold see us in the alley (we walk) On grind more Philly out to Cali (we march) With the torches lit, it's the Pharaoh clique On the six side nigga this that psycho shit [Verse 2] Straight outta compton strapped back Boys with the gat strapped Trips to Los Vegas with the knapsack (that's that) Flat black on your aluminum siding I take it back to 9-4 nothing to lose when we riding Sick jacks several tecs so the bags are packed tight All black tees gas masks and black nikes Chants from the soldiers, slam through the boulders I done made it through the devil when he dance like Travolta Mind of an ?, picture me bitchin' That's like losin' a battle I'm like the Phillies with pitchin' I ain't mad that you shining, your lights is dim I'm like a neon, and fuck beef I slice it thin I'm the chief you's an indian my tribe is ugly You can die ? be crowded with the knives and skullies Now your eyes all buggy, your cheerleaders love me You can take what we turn down nigga you bummy (get money) [Chorus x2] No blindfold see us in the alley (we walk) On grind more Philly out to Cali (we march) With the torches lit, it's the Pharaoh clique On the six side nigga this that psycho shit [Verse 3] These cats is shallow, swimming in some deep waters We slaughter, suicide bomber I'm a street martyr Reach farther feeling at yall like why bother If your career on hold you need to try harder Our father, hallowed be thy name Forgive me for my evil sins and my evil ways Planet is my evil twin let the evil pay My deck go under wax now let the needle slay We heavy hitters got no time for petty niggas So you should watch your words after the henny hit us Pray for bloody rain, you mediocre mundane We pretty much a blood stain, you dippin from my guns aim Stay in your lane, your dirty house, your vehicle Do what the fuck I want it's always feasible This ain't the new school we do what leaders do Your all stuck on stupid while I'm breezing through