Lost Angels (feat. Scooby)
You got a kid, woke up in a cul de sac
Make it big, that was his dream in fact
Shoulda did, everything his momma wanted
But he sin, lookin' for them ways to flaunt it
For his friends
Tryna fit them lifestyles that don't end
Gimme that deposit poppa, for the benz
Tryna make them pockets pop in that pent
Couldn't tell them pots apart from them pans
Damn
His mans knew he got it so he asked him for a hand
Shit I just need the re-up bruh, I hope you understand
Just trust I got a plan, make it double by the gram
Flip it back get more, ight ight say no more
Let me just hit the store
Hit the ATM
Get them stacks, go to cop, made our way by 10
Armed robbery with blood on the seat of that benz
Went away in the wind
What you could've, could've been
Just another day in, Los Angeles
Los Angeles
She got a kid, wake up in the mornin' early
In the trap, washin' all them pots dirty in the back
Shawdy had tough journey on her path
Reach you with that Glock 30 in her bag
Baby still cryin' for food
She independent, no pennies, but times it two
She has no idea what she tryin' to do
When it all falls down, you gon' find her too
Went away in the wind
What you could've, could've been
Just another day in, Los Angeles
Los Angeles
He just a kid, ain't no one believe in him
Imma grind for my shit they gon' see it then
Had a mic in his closet and the quarter inch
Spent his last on the mac, said fuck the rent
Now couple years later he blew up
Whole fam, whole team, whole crew up
Used to pass us like whose us
Wouldn't think that we'd make it like, who us
Went away in the wind
What you could've, could've been
Just another day in, Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Born into the bottom
He just pray to hit the lotto
Never been a baller
Or three A's like his car broke
Said he wanna scam
But he don't know where to start tho
Baby on the way love
It dearly no depart doe
Got a lot to hold
So he keeping on some cargos
Niggas always hating
And they showing him the wrong road
Momma working hard
She just home to rest her damn bones
Boy you barely got a roof
What the fuck you want to camp for
Talking bout grants
Better tell it to the landlord
Need a fucking job
Gotta baby that's a handful
Family hungry
What the fuck you stacking bands for
Take it sitting down
Pussy boy you need stand more
Talking bout a light
Couldn't even hold candle
Never been real
Was a baby in the bando
Life been real
What the fuck you need a plan for
Never gonna stop till I'm pushing me a lambo
Went away in the wind
What you could've, could've been
Just another day in, Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Make it big, that was his dream in fact
Shoulda did, everything his momma wanted
But he sin, lookin' for them ways to flaunt it
For his friends
Tryna fit them lifestyles that don't end
Gimme that deposit poppa, for the benz
Tryna make them pockets pop in that pent
Couldn't tell them pots apart from them pans
Damn
His mans knew he got it so he asked him for a hand
Shit I just need the re-up bruh, I hope you understand
Just trust I got a plan, make it double by the gram
Flip it back get more, ight ight say no more
Let me just hit the store
Hit the ATM
Get them stacks, go to cop, made our way by 10
Armed robbery with blood on the seat of that benz
Went away in the wind
What you could've, could've been
Just another day in, Los Angeles
Los Angeles
She got a kid, wake up in the mornin' early
In the trap, washin' all them pots dirty in the back
Shawdy had tough journey on her path
Reach you with that Glock 30 in her bag
Baby still cryin' for food
She independent, no pennies, but times it two
She has no idea what she tryin' to do
When it all falls down, you gon' find her too
Went away in the wind
What you could've, could've been
Just another day in, Los Angeles
Los Angeles
He just a kid, ain't no one believe in him
Imma grind for my shit they gon' see it then
Had a mic in his closet and the quarter inch
Spent his last on the mac, said fuck the rent
Now couple years later he blew up
Whole fam, whole team, whole crew up
Used to pass us like whose us
Wouldn't think that we'd make it like, who us
Went away in the wind
What you could've, could've been
Just another day in, Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Born into the bottom
He just pray to hit the lotto
Never been a baller
Or three A's like his car broke
Said he wanna scam
But he don't know where to start tho
Baby on the way love
It dearly no depart doe
Got a lot to hold
So he keeping on some cargos
Niggas always hating
And they showing him the wrong road
Momma working hard
She just home to rest her damn bones
Boy you barely got a roof
What the fuck you want to camp for
Talking bout grants
Better tell it to the landlord
Need a fucking job
Gotta baby that's a handful
Family hungry
What the fuck you stacking bands for
Take it sitting down
Pussy boy you need stand more
Talking bout a light
Couldn't even hold candle
Never been real
Was a baby in the bando
Life been real
What the fuck you need a plan for
Never gonna stop till I'm pushing me a lambo
Went away in the wind
What you could've, could've been
Just another day in, Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Credits
Writer(s): James Chhetree
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