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

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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

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