Kaos Lost Angels - Fly or Die Lyrics

Westside veteran, terrorizing the residents
Evident off the chain when he's off his medicine
I'm hunting for bad rabbits, pumping through bad traffic
Hard to break just like a motherf*cking bad habit

I used to serve the crack addicts, chip off the old block
Nicks in the old sock, get up off our block
Only f*ck with crew cuz these lames be undercover
Put your face on a shirt like I'm Bootleg Brothers

Can't wait for the ink to dry, I'm taking no shorts
So I can air old girl out with the f*cking full force
Forty days and forty nights, rain pain like heavy metal
Shorty pays the price, flip lanes like a Chevy pedal

About time the chameleon shows their true colors
Now you can go ahead and disappear from us
Ring the alarm, call your lawyer and the police
All you're gonna get is no justice and no peace

Hot damn bro, here we go again
Something magical with a pad and a pen
And I'm just spit on these tracks, I throw up on them
Hottest in the city, no doubt, I grew up on them

My squad always gonna ride or die
We lost angels, always gonna fly or die
If I make it to the pearly gates at an early date
Smoke weed at my wake, reminisce to all the beats I made

Skirting all around town in Europeans
That's the little shit you probably see me in
Black on some chrome shit, V2 twin
Trunk big enough, I can beat you in

Put the game in the choke hold, I'ma sleep you in
Cause y'all motherf*ckers don't wanna see me win
I got haters, they all wanna see my end

The ones clapping for you ain't always happy for you
The ones rooting for you sometimes be shooting for you
Keep the grass cut, spotting all the snakes
Looking in my rearview, spotting all the jakes

Blowing like a chimney, smoking like it's the end of me
Don't even speak my dude if you ain't a friend of me
Shady hand movements make me think you the enemy
Got some OG partners that's more like some frenemies
But I still rep L.A. to the motherf*cking death of me

Hot damn bro, here we go again
Something magical with a pad and a pen
And I'm just spit on these tracks, I throw up on them
Hottest in the city, no doubt, I grew up on them

My squad always gonna ride or die
We lost angels, always gonna fly or die
If I make it to the pearly gates at an early date
Smoke weed at my wake, reminisce to all the beats I made

I ain't Jay-Z, but I still rap crazy
Smoke so much weed, mind's hazy, but never lazy
I can go off like John Wick, blowing a bomb stick
Go anywhere I want, from Camas to Compton

Fresh from the federal cases, I got several
Stimulate the track like a heterosexual
Hear a little magic when Uneek pop
I'm from the streets, carry heat like a beat cop

These new fools don't know my true ID
I'm a Westside veteran, 213
I'm like a Vietnam bomb when I enter the building
No respect, smack the man and go save the children

So, aim at the king, you damn well better kill him
Never wanted to be the hero, always the villain
So, you see me, six'two", cruising the Couve
Black mask, Raiders hat, make it do what it do, uhh