Kaos Lost Angels - (Bout Me Intro) x Bath Salts Freestyle Lyrics

I used to be happy go lucky
Til the Opps tried to buck me
Felt like the whole world was trying to f*ck me
As I got older, my heart got colder
Survival of the fittest actions got bolder
You get got you slip in these streets
Payday is everyday motherf*cker and I don't miss a week
Hop in the studio maybe skip on a beat
Slide thru, see my Son give him a kiss on the cheek
But I OD off that OG when I'm OT
Only f*ck with purple and gold like I'm Kobe
Always rep the West like the white Monster Kody
And I ain't even trippin got fam in every hood
So when the beef gets to poppin I know we all good
I'm a Sickside veteran, King Kong Cali kush
You might think you strong but dogg I ain't the one to push
Keep barking loud, I'll just tell ya to shush
I don't steal your leaf I burn your whole f*cking bush
I don't run with goons, man they all crooks
F*ck a magazine cuz gangsters read them law books
To come up with more sophisticated raw jooks
If there's hell below we're probably all gonna go
But ya'll wanna hate me like I'm running the show
I faked it I never made it still struggle for sure
Hustling every season like I smuggle the pure
I mean I hustled every reason straight smuggled the pure
You got beef probably plugging your door
Let loose w/ no malice, while I'm puffing on a cold challis
Ya'll can just kiss my grits my flow's cold Alice
Came up off that old violence, with no guidance
Pops didn't have the time I handle my shit
Rappers love punches til they get hit w/ the fly shit
Really ain't B-I-G, ready to die shit
I press the issues shots through your soft tissue
Red meat, dead meat, travel through your bone grizzle
Kaos is in the house, light up your whole hizzle
Shake like Shaq, Dre like Mac my own thizzle
Las Vegas, Bay to LA it's Raiders country
And my Esse's in Norwalk always gonna bump me
There's too many rappers and not enough MC's
These dudes too friendly, jeans too skinny
High out their minds like Bobby and Whitney
Too big for their britches get stitches like Lionel Richie
Get bitchy get lit w/ the blicky, the kush sticky
Got D's and enemies that all wanna get me
So I move like a ghost in these streets
R-E-S-P-E-C-T when you talk about me
It's the K-A-O to the crooked letter why not
Middle finger up to the motherf*cking white cop uhhhh
Hip hop has got me going crazy
Listening to the radio you dudes getting lazy
I understand not everyone can be Jay-Z
But who can drop a hot 16 lately
So tell Drake we don't need another love song
We need another anthem that we can pump work on
No TikTok, no little girls getting they twerk on
16 w/ one in the head, thugs getting they jerk on
Covid killers, cold chillers, cocaine dealers
Your dudes is like a pack of chimps, my crews gorillas
Ya hollering maybe if, we just some for realas
Whip around on 4-wheelers, meeting up w/ more killas
Life's battles made me, murder in the first degree
Head shot, dead shot melon POP like a Kennedy
Gangsters with tattooed teardrops befriended me
Never seen a villain before well then remember me
Tornado with a crooked halo Lost Angel
Hot like spice, not like Christ - Kaos bang you
Never hear the click while you're flicking your Bic
Should've gave up the stick and been gripping ya Blick, uhhh
Grippin one 9-Mil and a 4-5th
I'm a show you the meaning of being in deep shit
Knowing I aint never changed, always kinda stayed the same
Commitment to the suffering at peace with my f*cking pain
Corny rappers know they always stay frontin'
Say a lot of words but really ain't saying nothing
From the side where crime ain't funny
Can't waste a minute cuz my time is money
Imagine me on the street looking kinda bummy
I ride for my Migos, only love my Mijo
Games easy like a free throw
Portland bridge city off the rip so we Rip City
Iconic legend just like Eazy, Pac and Biggie
Gangstas, riders and dealers all get down with me
I'm the young son of no one problem child like 50
Too many damn rotations to be the next
But give me my flowers while I'm living
Peace to DMX!