Verse 1:
This is Los Scandalous, far from angels wanting to capture us
Dodgin' these halos just to prove no one can handle us
Grind Time, either you make it or take it
Otherwise you’re living to die, self-homicide, no flower arrangements

Strategizing schematics,
The harder I try, the more snakes involved assuming they got to have it (too)
I got a lot to prove and full boxes to move,
Ain’t planning to be stuck; hex the first one daring to shoot at you

Its raw skins, with or without a glove
And holding love through alcohol cause cigarettes just isn’t enough
You must be dumb blind if you think Cali' had sunshine
Best hide your feelings like a minority's 40 from One Time

Was told a thug is dead, jailed, or making real money
Go figure, I'm tryna' make 6 figures, wachu' want from me
Damn if you take, while I'm tryna' be great
God bless the child that can survive with only a plate

Chorus (x2):
Los Angeles, nah it’s Los Scandalous,
Welcome to battlefronts, where we don’t have enough
Los Angeles, nah it’s Los Scandalous, Where there’s nothing to love
And all we do is Lust

Verse 2:
From forgotten ruins, they’re unlikely to miss us
And most likely to end up like Tyrone Biggums
Cold hearts lead to ice cold killers; I’m stuck in the middle
I’m addicted to killin' a mental through instrumentals

An average kid managing to balance with disadvantages
Quick to cut a bitch off over imposing themselves as manikins
Bitches get tossed, Fuck em’ ‘cause I’m still fighting the odds
An applause doesn’t necessarily translate to a loss

Tryna' put me down, like some kind of stranded dog
Will only harm you if you question why I even wandered off
Let a dog roam and he'll find his way home eventually
Me chasing mine, shows differences between you and me

So let me at em', 'cause I grew to do otherwise
Don’t empathize over my troubled eyes,
In fact, better get back, if you really tryna’ save your soul
Leaving me the fuck alone is probably the way to go

Chorus (x2):
Los Angeles, nah it’s Los Scandalous,
Welcome to battlefronts, where we don’t have enough
Los Angeles, nah it’s Los Scandalous, Where there’s nothing to love
And all we do is Lust

Verse 3:
What makes you think you’re different, when not one angles changing?
You’re only as good as what you come up against, I’m out for Satan
Smirking with dedication, no time for ventilatin',
Now I’m holding my breath as a lunge giving it penetration

Ghetto schemes, entrepreneurs, and ghetto dreams
Had a lust for the world, had confidence to throw her out her jeans
It's closer than it seems, time to be chasing the tail
No time to lose, I’d be damned for good if I don’t prevail

We been in hell, I never been afraid
Fuck a fake; I’ll never front in this life of a masquerade
More aspirations means more snakes to follow you
Just to wrap around in hopes to come drowning you

I thought I had it figured; now everyone’s turning on me
There’s enough shady motherfuckers under these Cali palm tress
Los Angeles, Spanglish and mispronounced
Its “Lost Angeles” where the fallen has no way out

Chorus (x2):
Los Angeles, nah it’s Los Scandalous,
Welcome to battlefronts, where we don’t have enough
Los Angeles, nah it’s Los Scandalous, Where there’s nothing to love
And all we do is Lust