King Los Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #003

Lyrics

[Intro: Justin Credible, DJ Sourmilk, King Los] Power 106 (yeah), Lift Off show (uh!) That's appropriate King Los is here (hahaha!) to set the tone The phone is on sleep mode (yeah) for all you rappers (yeah) Who don't know how to really do this (yeah, yeah!) Yo, Los! (Say when) When {Beat One: Shining by DJ Khaled} [Verse 1: King Los] Uh, when was I regular? When did I have to read my raps off of a cellular? Like I'm not connected interstellular Look at me, the Integra Acura I'm still a legend, niggas can't get that And they still confessin' that Prayer hands when I slap these bands The way I bring the ghost out and I'm still a blessing Lord, think about it, never doubt it, uh You a square I've been around it, hmm You been rounded, you've been grounded, uh You been founded, this land has been founded on blood Why they tryna get my people out the mud? I've been doing hard, going hard against the judge I don't give a fuck for the jury, won't budge I done been down, seen hate, no love I done seen the pushes and the motherfuckin' shoves But I still pushed that motherfuckin' dub I don't give a fuck if they never show me love {Beat Two: Moves By Big Sean} [Verse 2: King Los] Is it all because or was this because? Niggas steady buzzin' niggas thought that wasn't Brought it back, all the fact, heart attack Niggas like he read a thousand books, you ain't smart as that Call it back(Hmm hmm) call it back (brr, brr), no callin' back Wintertime I been a winner, summertime no fallin back Way too seasoned you get all of that Four seasons Roc Nation brunch Grammy weekend can you take a punch? I'm about to fuck these niggas up and hurt 'em bad (Yeah) I'm about to take their girlfriends really make 'em mad (Hah hah hah) All over that beat (Yeah), Jordans all on my feet (Let's go) Look at how I look (Talk to 'em), lipstick on my cheek (Yeah) Damn she lovin my swag (swag), say I'm all in my bag (bag) I say it's Goyard and the flow is so hard I just go off and a nigga so smart You say the show on I show off (K) Go off get thrown off got the whole cloth This different cloth this different key Major key this a different me Major league no stagin' me Upstagin' me, no pagin' me in a book That's just blasphemous, you asked for this (I did) I give all these rappers my ass to kiss I an hazardous and progeny {Beat Three: No Heart by 21 Savage and Metro Boomin} [Verse 3] Niggas might've mastered androgyny Looking like a bitch to me ain't no rapper that's hot to me Nigga, look at me, I bring that beast, shit done come out of me Niggas say they gettin' fucked now, we call that sodomy You ain't never seen that side of me, rap bitches wanna ride with me I could be a problem, I am one fuckin' hot commodity Nigga, I am an oddity from an odyssey I don't see you like I don't see a beaver, Leave It To Beaver Either be the receiver or leave it to me with the meat cleaver Either y'all niggas gon' meet LeBron when he left Cleveland and came back even Just to get even 'til the odds even We ain't even odd, I don't even like you You ain't even me, nigga, you ain't even God I don't even gotta practice, this ain't hard I don't need no practice like AI, ball hard and I stay fly I was just like "Just, where you at? I was passing my way by" Hopped out and I popped in, popped out when I pop in Nigga, I'm a college dropout and I still put the fuckin' drop in Where they at? [Verse 4: King Los] Drop PINs for the address Niggas talkin' like they bad, bitches on my mattress They don't understand, tell 'em what they see No, I'm not a rapper from the 313 You need a 313 to guard me Hardly niggas can't see me, I do this shit all day, Steve Harvey When he meant Trump, what the fuck is goin' on? Like Marvin, I'm starvin', I'm at the office They throwin' offers, they can't throw us off this track We on niggas, it's so lost This no list like Santa Claus's Whether you good or bad, it's all shit It's all sick, we all sit here and watch These niggas farce it, leaky like a project faucet I'm on it, never been off it, ball like Charlotte Hornets Niggas think they did it, nigga, I'm still doing it Every thing thought they was doin', they just ruinin' I came back to bring it to it The beat was so sweet I started singing to it [Verse 5] Rappers can't lie forever Swear to God, if your mans go hard, y'all can die together Better now than never, ain't a nigga more clever I even signed with Puff so I still did it better I went to RCA, switched labels, went harder Niggas can't see me, nigga, word to my father How they gon' stop me? Way too cocky Joggin' through Philly like Meek, like Rocky How they gon' stop me when they get me out the gang now? Niggas say they wanna see Los put the thang down I don't give a fuck, I need the ring, I'm the king now Everything vegan so you know the body clean now I done went harder, been an illustrator And an author, illustrator never off the Point gotta get it word to my daddy Pullin' old school on these niggas in a Caddy They want me badly, lookin' at 'em sadly Post the picture and tag me I be the antagonist, don't get your uncles and aunts dragged in this I'm somethin' like a dragon is, you somethin' like a faggot is It's real high where my swagger is Magnificent rapper shit, baptize these niggas in bat shit Bad shit, bad shit, sad shit, sad shit, open casket I tell these niggas I pull out that OG and they matched it Know my OG pull out that OG, unmasked it [Verse 6] Niggas don't see this shit, this shit is too crafted Shit don't get too drastic, fuck around and get wrapped up in some plastic At your eulogy, drop the shit in your casket Pissed on you, you bastard I hate y'all, I really hate y'all Everything I do, I know it make y'all 'Cause y'all steal from me, you steal from me Stay away from me, like real from me, this ain't real to me Y'all niggas wanna come around and get it Every sucker someone, I come around and did it Came back the winter, stacked it all the summer Now they say Stevie, push them keys, now I make them wonder, Ripping in the sky for my love Like Birdman, I keep a dove All white and it's alright Come on nigga, give me green light Green light, I need the green light, green light, the green mic [Verse 7] Have me hop on the scene tight, I mean light Jeans on the nice ****, I switched it back to men Put her on a nice bike, let her willy that I showed her where the ball is, where done all the willies at And where I'm really at And how these niggas ain't real, that's how they really act That's how a nigga that's real sound when he really rap This is real rap, this is Baltimore and Philly rap When I went to Baltimore to Philly and back Just to get my deal, my nigga Sadiq got a nigga signed That was real my nigga, uh, chill my nigga Sometimes I reminisce, I'm a chemist bitch. I be whipping shit Demolition shit, I'll be on some different shit I don't even listen shit when I spit this shit It's a different rendition of other shit You be missing shit, I'll be hitting shit, so precision with this shit I got the vision, bitch You don't see this shit, it's the multiplication You hating, subtracting, but this the vision, bitch I just split this shit, I just live this shit You just try to get this shit, I'm too big You just be on that midget shit, little shit, that critic shit Talking about a nigga bank account, looking at digit shit Y'all niggas is pitiful, pitiful, illiterate I just might hit this shit, I just might hit them all And get a fit, you might catch a fit, I'm so lit I'm the soloist, pullin' strings like guitar on you gars I light up like cigars, I pull out them big cars Niggas actin' like they like me, I say because These niggas wanna be like me, hop off my diggin' bars Lord, I done been me this whole time, I done been me this whole rhyme I don't even switch it, I don't rap about the heater or nines But if I do, then he gon' hold nines I don't have to do it, nigga, I don't own nines I don't owe hoes, they the old guys They the big homies, I'm that new nigga Like, what the fuck is poppin' with all of you niggas? I wanted war with rappers, did it before with rappers Went on tour with rappers, be more with rappers And I even tried to fuckin' be more with rappers But I gotta evolve and dissolve these rappers I can solve these rappers, I'ma slap these rappers Matter of fact, I'ma stomp, fucking cap these rappers Matter of fact, Kap G, double time on these rappers Trouble time on these rappers, did humble time on these rappers Now let's hit them in they chest, fumble time on these rappers Cookies and rookies and bookies, fumble time on these rappers What they talking about? I'ma fucking zap on these rappers And spaz on these rappers and go backpack on these rappers And pap pap blaat knapsack on these rappers And black on black ski mask with the gat on these rappers Nigga, Onyx i'ma slam on these rappers Ima Frankie Beverly and jam on these rappers I'ma Stephanie Mills on these rappers Beverly Hills, fuckin' Ecstasy pills on these rappers, nigga I'ma go fuckin' crazy on these niggas I'ma have to go Patrick Swayze on these niggas I'ma go Spike Lee on these rappers I know a lot of niggas don't like me, fuck these rappers, yeah I'ma go mellow on these rappers, you know Go hard, big fellow on these rappers, yeah Soulja on these rappers, clappin' like Noli' on these rappers Soulja Slim on these rappers, I'm so grim on these rappers They don't understand, I ain't goin' slim on these rappers, huh I go shady on these rappers, I lose my fuckin' mind, I just go crazy on all these rappers, nigga Take your lady, drop top Mercedes, she want to have my baby, baby Look at these niggas, about to go Biggie on these niggas Niggas think they really getting figures I've been doing this shit since Biggie was with Jigga Jigga, Jigga, sicker, sicker Sipping liquor, trigger, just cock at the same time, I'm an ill nigga. Damn, the beat drop, that's it, the heat rock Nothing for the nigga, no sheet rock to knock down [Verse 7] And your girl walls is too small And I do ball, new draws Every day, old school coupe, Lou Rawls Yeah, nigga, and I do fall But get up, do evolve, do move like U-Haul Too cool, you small Too local, I'm too loco, it's different I'm OT, that new Coco Yeah, new fofo, new photo On the fourth floor, take a photo And it's Los though and I sleep niggas Like I'm Ochocinco, Cinco In the streets, think slow Then you get maneuvered around I'm the newest with the sound I could even maneuver the ground around As the earth spin Motherfucker, I was birthed in a whirlwind Yeah, you was a girl then, I'm a man now So how could you ever go man to man and man my man down? Yeah, man down, And One, and how, and me I'm fresh, in style, nigga, and Pow! Like a old Batman sitcom, nigga sit calm, I got the big arm And I'm from the city where we don't have charm But niggas come up just trying to be the Don Juan I ain't talking about that smooth shit I'm talking about hit the fucking pot Whip it up, get up, lock it up, zip it up Hit the block, flip it up, divvy up, kick it up Kick it out for the gig is up The blick is up till your gig is up Stick you up, need your car, nigga, what? (Greatness) I was getting money since Jigga, what? I was in the hood trying to pick it up Drop the drop off, pick it, pick it up Drop the drop off and then I got the pickup After I dropped off what I picked up Niggas don't get it I make them drop off where I pick up And pick up where they dropped off I'm not soft, it's all buns for these niggas, hot dogs Who the fuck is these niggas? These niggas not ours It's not Los, you not HOV, you not Nas You not biggie, it's not bars That's all I see, fuck you like cop cars Niggas in my eyes, I'm galaxies, you not stars Not far, it's not bars, it's not me It's not hard, it's not odd, it's not cards like black cards American I express being AMEX [Verse 8] Phone was on sleep mode, Los was on beast mode I don't give a fuck, the flow can do the street cold Niggas do this shit since three years old I'm too cold that my tears cold Now they frozen, I was chosen I rose above what they put Rose in That's cause he hurt himself in the game Probably overworked himself but I'm stretching Professional, I'm a veteran You're a vegetable, I'm the medicine Damn, it's crazy because my vegetables is medicine The vegan flow, had to let it in Look, let us in, get it? Vegan flow, I said let us in That's the wrap, let us rap, I'm better than These niggas who won't let us rap Now let us in, it's bout to happen Late night, that's let them in Varsity jersey, letterman They don't see me at the door nigga, let them in Everywhere I go, I let them in To me, nigga, and I don't put the lead in my raps I don't need a pen and a pad Back in the day, I had a friend and my dad When they killed him, I wrote it on a book Now I don't even have to look That's a Magic Johnson, no-look And I'm sick like that, pick up, think about it I'm quick like that, I am too fast forward to ever slow down And we shootin' God if it ever go down, yeah Pushin' the rock like point guard If I'm in a lineup, please don't point God It'll be bad shaving points, God Cause I hit you in your center, you ain't that hard 22s on them shoes, we call them Shaq I should kill y'all niggas for even acting like I'm whack What you talking about, that's just magic And you can't get a penny for my fucking static, get it? Shaq and Penny, Orlando Magic I don't fly Orlando, never, I'm in the sky, and I'm going commando On these niggas and I do it and it's on demand like a nigga recorded it You couldn't even afford to audit it No audible, no edit, no rhetoric It never get into no better shit, I'm a felon like a predicate Press your girl like I'm pressin' a wrestler on some Jessica Rabbit shit I just gotta have it, I just gotta fucking have it, bitch Y'all niggas can't get it, I'm so OJ, I just stab it quick And get the fuck out of there in the Bronco Hit my phone pronto, I'm like, who? I'm the head honcho, you don't know She a Navajo, she just another hoe Tryna fuck my brother though, but not without a rubber though No, she like a genie, I just rub her though Sometimes I rub her slow, if the rubber pop, then I'm out Can't be a pop in the South, I'm just trying to pop in her mouth Man I was popping a blouse, I'm like what's popping at your house If it's chicks then I'm popping in, then I'm popping out Like high school I'm dropping in and I'm dropping out No more class I do that I'm too far ahead And I don't give a fuck none of this shit was read This shit was red and some of it was green 'Cause it had kale with some apple in between But y'all don't get that cause a nigga too nice slow down slow