[Intro: Isaiah Bowers]

Lost Legends

You already know

[Verse: Isaiah Bowers]

Y’all niggas know who it be

I came from below I was deep

I had the 44 in my jeans

Just trynna roll down the street

The police watching, gang unit sending most niggas to defeat

But I’m in the whip 5% tint so they won’t notice it’s me

Cause I’m slick like Rick nigga

Cashin' in my chips nigga

I run with, enough bread for 22 girls to have fun with

And you see me ballin like 2-3

James or Jordan you choose

But you know the rules come 4th quarter that’s when I win and you lose

Blue strips like Blues Clues

Bank account it got good news

But shit it ain’t nothin I was born to ball

Flyest nigga coming out the Shaw

My middle finger up fuck thе law

I’m lit as fuck off the alcohol

Gettin money tryna sеt the bar

Respect The Real nigga RTR

[Verse: LijahT]

Pull up and I hop out

Young nigga won't trip dumb niggas get socked out

Let me do my damn thing now babe you really wanna fuck with a nigga now

Now I came in the game for the long run

Niggas wanna hate bruh it's all good smoke up

Pull up on the turf girl

You know it's just all love

You know T just got slut

You know T just got plug

You know me just floating up

You niggas coming from the east side bruh not the coast though

So what’s it hitting for

Yeah, yeah what it hitting for

Real niggas never bang in colors pull up on my block fosho

[Verse 3: UraelB]

Man they pulled up on the block shooting shots

I was 7 years old heard ‘em ringing from the house

Hoping my older brother wasn’t just out and about

I just started playing ball

I just ran my first route

Coach said it’s no ceilings

Sky’s the limit

Last night coulda been up in a cloud

Mama like no not now

Dudes active and packin’

We gone be actively packin’

Our ass across town away from these clowns

But in the LAnd you can’t really escape it

Midst of the doom you just bloom through the pavement

That’s why crack everywhere

Straps everywhere

Gas in air

Prolly thinking how the fuck can you make it?

When the homie you grew up and was raised with

Missing practice 'cause he wanna be dangerous

And y’all league dreams starting to get tainted

Cause he wanna be stuck in the matrix

Where I’m from it’s about the red or blue

And some gotta choose

And you don’t wanna be a loner

When dudes twisting and bending corners

Like a Rubik’s cube

End up on the news

Leaking red now ya family blue

Twitter read about it making post for you

Story blew up so emotional

Now you in the clouds way before you due