Khamali King City Of Angels (feat. Drezon Midwest)
[Chorus]
Get them hands high, hands in the air nigga get them hands high
Another one lost to the belly of the beast, city of angels we all falling to the streets
All our wings clipped and we still get high, just another day when you hear a drive by
Born and raised in the belly of the beast, city of lost souls we roaming the streets
[Verse]
I can talk about the rights and wrongs in this shit, and I can write psalms as lyrics but will you sing along to it
Embracing the calm before the storm, reign on the parade that said I wouldn't get this far
Ghetto birds singing my songs of destruction, so many people caught up in blogs and assumptions
Sirens whistling while I walk these streets, I'm paying too much attention with something that's too free
This is a blank letter written and signed engraved in time, I'd just be wasting mine tryna tell you right
What do I know though just another face in a photo, but I can't be another nigga riding in a Volvo
I can give my last or I can spend it on some new shit, I can be the one that push the culture with influence
Talk about it daily but you'll see me as a nuisance, everybody got their two cents for communion
[Chorus]
Get them hands high, hands in the air nigga get them hands high
Another one lost to the belly of the beast, city of angels we all falling to the streets
All our wings clipped and we still get high, just another day when you hear a drive by
Born and raised in the belly of the beast, city of lost souls we roaming the streets
[Drezon Midwest]
I been soul searching and hard working, they tell me it pays off I ain't taking days off
You rapping niggas slacking on the job and got laid off, I'm back in the position to get it so follow me if you with it
It's been a couple years still certain shit ain't change, same niggas same bitches from my high school days
All the times we made full of games we played, turned into street running better look both ways
I got a long list of shit I gotta do 'fore I die, throw my momma in a range I love seeing her smile
Cause all the tears and the pain got her so far gone, if I was her I know I probably would've banged by now
Like my daddy did but shit I'm glad he did, cause everything is for a reason not by accident
And to my future kids I hope you look just like me, these pieces of myself I never take that lightly no
[Chorus]
Get them hands high, hands in the air nigga get them hands high
Another one lost to the belly of the beast, city of angels we all falling to the streets
All our wings clipped and we still get high, just another day when you hear a drive by
Born and raised in the belly of the beast, city of lost souls we roaming the streets