Its Wally Left. This is LCGT$. All credits to Chuck Inglish for the beats... I dont want no problems. Niggas just tryna kick some rhymes, i aint ready for that stress. As for the title? Its a variation of dom kennedy's WSGT$. I just made it so it applied to me, i didnt mean it like im tryna use a 5 finger discount on his terminologies. But i'm rambling. Please enjoy. From me to you. I put the dub up for Wally, the L is for left not loser. Keep that in mind.

Feelin pac'y, feel in snoopey, feel in bluey, this the vntg west, vntg left coast, but the hornets on that emblem, just some homage to the NC, im carolina's diamond i rhyme n they lie in terror, you lions to a lycan 95 im from the livest era, hate i never RE, streamlined like ferraris, treadin dirt like a RV, playin gangster roles in the Game yall some RPGs, geez ya PRs is tryna get you bodied, hit a switch n i lifted like hydraulics, left top tens in my dust n they tried to get high off it, coulda gave em the world swear i had the skyboxed in, gods in the skybox watchin me box wit my conscience, snakes tryna frame me with apple cores, whores tryna play me i dont play dat fuck you think im fappin for, coulda been bruce wayne but hoes harley quinnin, i give em 5 years til they apply for maury visits, i aint gotta flow my name where honor roll lines ar, now they lookin up to me like the bottom row at imax, at rappin i am jack to stalks, capsules to capsule corp, put lil niggas to work like managers with staffs of dwarves, killacalifornia wally prolly gon have crowds like the whacky waving inflatable arm flailing emporium, 49er gold minin forty nine year old rhymers n harlotts with scarlet letters like they roll tidin, roll by him thats the shit i cant atone, chuckin thunder rods from a cloud like im the hammer bros, mount olympus, rapper tried to kick my flows they found him limpin down from the mound for pitchin, im world series LA dodger roster worthy, rock a brim low n my broad is awful curvy, lousville tilted on the shoulder, herringbone, coca cola sittin on the coaster, bench warmin i aint here alone, bitch sent me a text but i aint hear my phone

Inglewood is the City of Champions Im too real, everyday the same faces this that blue steel livin, til the rubber on the wheels peel off but my coupe still whippin, look how i did it aint ask nobody to chip in, nose snotty flows oddly quite mature though, this my coming of age, aye son im amazed, youve perfected the burrow, since a nigglet maneuverin thru the soil like a diglet, dig it? Peep how i Broke the surface , for sure its, gotta be the shoes, nah its probably the blues, walkin round like hol up im the property of who?tryin to be my own man, spokes on the roll black maggin thru the land, you hung back laggin, couch potatos burlap sackin on ya ass, out for payroll, pack a alternate plan, for the pesos, pace so steady, i stopped holdin back i had to break those levees, Whos that knockin? I restocked n, im knee deep in the beats n up to my elbows in flows If it aint opportunity, or bad bitches like 2 or 3, it aint worth shit,niggas suspect as the pictures that they takin shirtless, they can afford camera phones but be damned if they wearin clothes, oh no nah i aint bout that, beautiful women all on my dickens without that, out racked by a lot of yall, out rappin the lot of yall, chill with the smirks n the grillin, im laid low like the smurfs in the village, the villain with a complex, inhibition to fill in the spots you missed, chasin dreams like neo & mr smith in the building, smitten with the allure, when we almost offed sons n daughters for cement 4s, i had to tell em au revoir, get clapped for ya raptor 7s, bloody pool lain for ya cool greys, debt paid in full for ya ragin bulls, be laced or get left without a trace, leave jakes without a case, cuz i cover my steps, star studded, throw blows leave knuckles stuffed in ya chest, its chuck n its left, copacetic freshman too legit to quit school, scriptin caligraphic ignorance and when he spit oohh is that shit fire

Whats a crew though? They said people change i aint have a clue, like the first 10 minutes of scooby doos shows, but ohh it was true my nigga, on eerythin i had to cut loose my nigga, problems get brought up, n circles get smaller,when ya ask for enemies to depart from ya, all cuz ya wanna be the in crowd, clownin dawg im bouta take my crown to the impound, told em drop it like a bitch tryna ditch ten pounds, pent house cloud ninin, clint eastin while im left sidin, im forever in NC though, hornets on the forhead bob cats some ass, just ask the people, mask my ego? No, im childish until my ass is legal, leap n a half ahead like frogger across the street, moonwalkin across the beat though, so im expectin my billie jean at any moment, style golden niggas wonder if he stole it, the hoe was iffy had a stiffy wonder if she noticed, tried to glance in her eyes but had the shitty focus, am i fit to be throneless, or fiscally o-less, yo would the love maintain, niggas cuff plain janes n they be happy, a baddy said she love me still i harbor demons lust cant fade, lift the starter, air out the heavy thoughts, everything you see is somethin you already saw, but whats new though? They said get a clue or get em hip to how you move, niggas knew though, its true my nigga, on errything im down to my last few niggas If I aint say your name, you either wouldn't have said mine or you aint shit... but neither am i though, so don't take it personally

[I get this shit jumpin like impalas with hydraulics, rockin down the avenue black, that herring bone dreamin, halos hangin where the bean sit,supreme gleam on some g shit] Oh? So her man rap she can't play me, cuz she know damn well shed rather play me, stayed away from the paisley, payin dues in the industries mailroom like wait til they hear what i gotta say b, i bet i make the hoes scream, im a handsome nigga, tryna fuck with the kid get chris hansened, duckin chickens cluckin n shit, shift key capitalizin thinkin cap capsizin titanics, with wiley coyote type antics, im wylin n stylin on you, blitzkriegin inglish beats, 3rd reichin you dick ridin while yo bitch creepin, i got it tight like a kegel, regal steez, almost legal college broads got me asher rothin, out my way its racks to stock, slap ya mom when, my vocals flow, pass the moken troll, niggas switchin up how im pitchin, dig it? Wally left dont forget it, im quite a sight to see like mermen goin fishin, [I get this shit jumpin like impalas with hydraulics, rockin down the avenue rap, herring bone dreamin, halos hangin where the bean sit,supreme gleam on some g shit] Airs not the 'verses, vertical urges, movin up dukes is up, ready to scrap, im grizzly you lookin teddy wht can you tell me, im at the top of the wave like the gel on ya scalp, bouta tsunami then body ya nagasaki, my noggin brew like milwaukee, mockin you and ya posse, feelin pac'y, eff ya wife n the clique you ride it, i arrive dont try n jock me, nigga this aint the climate

I wanna see you work out work out, thats dope you puttin that work out? Retros i was too young when they was first out, niggas bringin them furs out? Clear soles walkin on thin ice, like polar bear routes, headlinin n you blurred out, you turnt out? Niggas gotta chill with that, we laid the foundation ima build with that, wasnt built to pimp or mack, i peel the scrilla with my niggas in fact, thats if i get the scrilla cuz they still in them pillows, never spilt the whack, tryna catch me slippin, slipped on the sixes now she tryin catch the dickens, dapper as me? Regular but elevated when i dabbled in beats, air bubble n so im floatin while they jabbin at me jabawockee, mask on but im stylin on a doomy tip, one up on shroomy shit, split ya crew up on some scooby shit, inglish slowed the pace on a chop n screwy UG tip, standout like big in his coogi, cooling and cooning while you foolin n spooning, ayo these hoes holdin me down i brang a noose to a nuisance, if she cant find no new sense, peep my maneuverin, mad live n high falutin, space jammin high fivin moonmen but ion own the shoes n, im still grounded, got a oscar but you grouchin, spittin that nasty shit like alpacas in the mountains, above sea level, thats with a e cuz over inglish beats hes trouble, peach fuzz but she run her fingers thru the stubble, never lied rarely exaggerated, niggas got my half my shine n i aint half as jaded, when the grape 5s drop im jakin, one for me n maybe one for my lady cuz one the colors her favorite, im faded, but thru the smoke n mirrors, i know the folks that hear this, know more about me than the folks thats nearest, thatshows its more than lyrics, its my soul conposed within it, cold as a polar bear with a can of coke for sippin,

oochie wally wally oochie bang bang Oochie Wally, hit this doobie wally, if you aint chasin money n you aint chasin coochie, wally, where ya purpose at? Too straight laced for murder raps, too damn lame for brand name apparel you never heard of raps, but i sound cool as shit doe, hwippin like stewie griff with a grip, i lay it 2D as shit, thats flat out, how you gon follow the plan you mapped out, maxxin on ya back end? Young niggas is whack, rather be assed out in old age, to have fun in the young ones, me? I do what i gotta do to get whats gotta be done done, you fuck boys is OD, whole steez is lowkey homo, so chill wit tryna chill u aint my homie, h-holy moly You pickin posies for hoes, while hoes be holding ya niggas hand he smangin you drakin you lookin lonely, odd as 11s lows be, my nigga thats tragic, peelin caps back like lil niggas peel back scabs, Oochie wally, skatin on you niggas but i cant do a ollie, black ball stussy tryna palm stacks, stats lookin like babe ruths be, young nigga im scroogin, im done wit ya im coolin, oochie wally wally oochie bang bang, oochie wally hoes wylin like they aint knew he slangbang, chill i do my thang

NoStateGetTheMoney Deon: pharaoh headed barrel like a violent wesson, grip a triton bring the tide in like poseidons blessing, lightning rods strike you, smite ya clique n light the reverends, rarer than a kiss from heaven yet you fight the essence, left em in a pit of discretion, scribble this sinning emit the (infinence?) n i'm left with, im infinite as eminem in '96 lined with the riddles and line spit, yeah after i climb then my mind click, now i spit til ya fuckin versaci design rip, no vuitton or armani designers so fine stitch, diamond suppliers high as you get, fuck dishonoring shit, the soul provider lift my eyes up to zion and lift, now i'm fly as ever in my ibis feathers, with my cleopatra tatted eyes idol perfection, suit yourself, like david & bridal professions, but don't come cry in when we fly up to zion you getting left... bitch. *listen closely* LEFT COAST NIGGA! Chorus [Wally]: God granted us halos, gold links for the hate, left coastin with no state angels hailin from LA, Lost Angeles got damnit its heavenly, rain blessings straight from the bezel now breathe, jewels with us, niggas boo with us, ghost ride the bandwagonss come n cruise with us, No State Lost Angels, in the cool we trust Boycott: Shooting for the jewelry like resivour dogs I got my halo and devil horns on, that's not a metaphor naw Head to war when my heavenly weaponry draws Lost angels we'll forever be destined to fall Feels like I'm floating through clouds, dodging the sun rays And those lost due to gunplay, I'm right next to you Please put your hands together just like it was Sunday You taking off on the run and we taking off on the run way You see the difference between us Imma nit witted genius and sick with it Even though Imma ghetto nigga out here grippin his penis Through his jeans swoopin through ya scene like he the coolest thing Start the sequence as my heart is beating I'm not the biggest god believer, lets just carpe diem Giving wanna be mc's the bg's Its nsbg since the b.c.'s nigga [Chorus] Wally Left: Gotta keep the tags on ya halo, got mines in '95 forgot to check it at the gate, left the wings for the next fool, but re-upped with red bull, i lay low skinny nigga im lanky but im laced layin pennies, pitchin two for you coast came thru ya chickens flew the coupe, down south they knew the routes, birds niggas in the burbs tryna glisten off the beatin in ya speakers, tell my walk is kinda off from the creases in my sneakers, pedal like the black mags, my platoon out for doubloons flyin the black flag, im deep as davey jones bolster the weight of the globe o by o, shakin the po's like lupin, its cool long as you cruise with the right maneuverin, knew that i was foolin for tryna find a angel when we all had to fall like lucifer, came down from the clouds like gabriel, laid my name down, its left so the presence is felt [Chorus]