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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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