King Los
Текст песни Born A King

[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 PJa€™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
Steppina€™ 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 shootina€™ dice
We too precise when we get to clappina€™ 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 gettina€™ chips, than my shita€™sa sack of potatoes
Ia€™m steady by myself
Everybody wanna be one nigga
But one nigga wanna be everybody else
But fuck em
Prison guards couldna€™t move these bars
Ia€™m so hot, set me on fire, ita€™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
Ia€™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 Cannabisa€™, the Nasa€™, Jay-Za€™s, the Runa€™s
The Biggiea€™s, the Paca€™s, the firm with Fox
The old school Puff Daddya€™s, the Twistaa€™s, The LOX
The Bustaa€™s, the Big La€™s, the Big Daddy Kane
Slick Rick, the eyepatch, the big nasty chain
All the to the LLa€™s even to the Eminema€™s

Back when Junior Mafia had littles Ca€™s and Kim and them
I remember when rap was real, now it lack heart
Ia€™m talkina€™ bout the Kanyea€™s, the Commona€™s, the Black Thoughts
Get rich or die trying, nigga thata€™s the plan
But even 50 Cent was grindin, bumpin Method Man
Cash rules everything around me (CREAM), 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 steppina€™ on em
I got a skill set, you cana€™t acquire these
I done slept in a slaughter house with the Kwelia€™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 Rapa€™s, you know The Blueprint
Stomp a nigga out and leave KRS shoeprint
Fuck that shit, new bent, rollina€™ on some 20?s
Cause these ratchet bitches love to hear me talk about this money
How Ia€™m doggina€™ out these hunnies
Louis, Gucci, Fendi
If they aint trappina€™ or bangina€™
Man these dudes is gettina€™ trendy
Ia€™m the nicest on the scene, flow priceless and ita€™s mean
Bars dirty like Ia€™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 ita€™s keen
To define what I mean, ita€™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