King Los - Born A King lyrics

rate me

[Los]

Everything I do is king shit

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Los

Came in the game unclaimed by a DJ

Mind of a hustler, I was trained in the PJ’s

My niggas untamed put that pot over the flame

Whip it, flip it to a range

Switch lanes on the freeway

Lambo, man I want that Lambo, drop top

Steppin’ on you squares I gotcha number, hopscotch

My block spot you squares roll up on your crew tonight

Fuck your circle, we make squares roll like we shootin’ dice

We too precise when we get to clappin’ them gauges

You will never leave here like that shit that happens in Vegas

I get to swaggin on haters, grippin asses in flavors

If these niggas gettin’ chips, than my shit’s a sack of potatoes

I’m steady by myself

Everybody wanna be one nigga

But one nigga wanna be everybody else

But fuck em

Prison guards couldn’t move these bars

I’m so hot, set me on fire, it’ll cool me off

Truly dog, my bitch bad and my ride clean

I mean clearly I ball, Visine

Your rhyme schemes weak and you lack structure

I’m out in SoHo, rare polo, black chuckers

Gold chains, watches range the whole 9

Boy they call me mop and glow the way my flow shine

Whole time I been studying the puns

The Cannabis’, the Nas’, Jay-Z’s, the Run’s

The Biggie’s, the Pac’s, the firm with Fox

The old school Puff Daddy’s, the Twista’s, The LOX

The Busta’s, the Big L’s, the Big Daddy Kane

Slick Rick, the eyepatch, the big nasty chain

All the to the LL’s even to the Eminem’s

Back when Junior Mafia had littles C’s and Kim and them

I remember when rap was real, now it lack heart

I’m talkin’ bout the Kanye’s, the Common’s, the Black Thoughts

Get rich or die trying, nigga that’s the plan

But even 50 Cent was grindin, bumpin Method Man

Cash rules everything around me (C.R.E.A.M.), blast tools

Down to my last, make rounds till past dues

Even do Wiz, he like a cool little Hendrix

From Q to 112, to School Boy and Kendrick

From Wale Folarin, to Wyclef and Lauren

Had a Walter Payton flow, I was side steppin’ on em

I got a skill set, you can’t acquire these

I done slept in a slaughter house with the Kweli’s

And I go hard with it too

I leave the new school and learn to spar with the Wu

The Rakim, the Kool G Rap’s, you know The Blueprint

Stomp a nigga out and leave KRS shoeprint

Fuck that shit, new bent, rollin’ on some 20′s

Cause these ratchet bitches love to hear me talk about this money

How I’m doggin’ out these hunnies

Louis, Gucci, Fendi

If they aint trappin’ or bangin’

Man these dudes is gettin’ trendy

I’m the nicest on the scene, flow priceless and it’s mean

Bars dirty like I’m doing life on Rikers with the fiends

Every fiber of my being, every organ inside my entire body

Probably from my mind to my spleen

Is in line with my dream, inclined and it’s keen

To define what I mean, it’s divine like a beam

When it shine and it gleam

From your time at the bottom to the climb that it bring

I was designed as a king