The Lost Angels Anthem - Blu, OH No, Blu, Oh No

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 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

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