• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Los - Rammstein
• Los - Pe Werner
• What's Good - Los
• Vintage Rolls Royce Interior - Los
• Livin' The Life - Los
• King Los (ft. Lola Monroe) - Los
• King Los - Los
• I'm On One - Los
• Hustle Hard Remix - Los
• Whoopin Ass - Los
• Dark Fantasy Freestyle - Los
• Unstoppable - Los
• The Bottom - Los
• Tha Life - Los
• Sure Thing - Los
• Stroke Of Genius - Los
• Slo Motion - Los
• Shine - Los
• Roman's Revenge (freestyle) - Los
• Reppin - Los
• Pour Out My Heart - Los
• Panic Mode - Los
• Outro - Los
• Never Say Never (ft. Sean Hayz) - Los
• Moment For Life - Los
• Masterpiece - Los
• Marvin's Room - Los
• Make You Fly - Los
• Look At Me Now - Los
• Living My Dreams - Los
• Gucci Gucci - Los
• Good Night - Los
• Get It (ft. Xv) - Los
• Fresh Pair Of J's - Los
• Finally Here - Los
• Fast Lane - Los
• Fall For Your Type - Los
• Bonnie & Clyde (ft. Lola Monroe) - Los
• Biggest Fan - Los
• Anniversary - Los
• Angel In A New Dress - Los
• American Gangsta Freestyle - Los
• A Millie Freestyle - Los
• 6'7 Freestyle - Los
• I Got You - Los
• Wait For It - Los
• All I Know (feat. Jazelle) - Los
• Freedom Of Speech - Los
• Los - Los
• Los - Czars
• Los - Patent Ochsner

Wir waren namenlos
Und ohne Lieder
Recht wortlos
Waren wir nie wieder
Etwas sanglos
Sind wir immmer noch
Dafür nicht klanglos
Man hört uns doch
Nach einem Windstoß
Ging ein Sturm los
Einfach beispielos
Es wurde Zeit
Sie waren sprachlos
So sehr schockiert
Und sehr ratlos
Was war passiert
Etwas fassungslos
Und garantiert
Verständnislos
Das wird zensiert
Sie sagten grundlos
Schade um die Noten
So schamlos
Das gehört verboten
Es ist geistlos
Was sie da probieren
So geschmacklos
Wie sie musizieren
Ist es hoffnungslos
Sinnlos
Hilflos
Sie sind gottlos
Wir waren namenlos
Wir haben einen Namen
Waren wortlos
Die Worte kamen
Etwas sanglos
Sind wir immer noch
Dafür nicht klanglos
Das hört man doch
Wir sind nich fehlerlos
Nur etwas haltlos
Ihr werdet lautlos
Uns nie los

Ziellos
Leinen los
uferlos
auf'm Floß
ratlos
zweifellos
heimatlos
Grundlos
arbeitslos
mittellos
Kosten bloß
brotlos
mutlos
Trauerkloß
los mach' ma' hin
mach' ma' los
los bloß gar nix los is' kostenlos
Los geh' über Los
Jetzt geht's los
Haltlos
hemmungslos
gnadenlos
der Teufel los
maßlos
schamlos
nackt und bloß
Zahnlos
würdelos
absichtslos
obdachlos
schutzlos
endlos
Bahnhofsklos
los mach' ma' hin
mach' ma' los
los bloß gar nix los is' kostenlos
Los geh' über Los
Jetzt geht's los
Glücklos
chancenlos
Traumschlos
aussichtslos
machtlos
selten bloß
das große Los
los mach' ma' hin
mach' ma' los
los bloß gar nix los is' kostenlos
Los geh' über Los

[Verse 1: Los]
Man I should run up in these record labels
Like hey let me talk to ya'll
Then put that K to A in R's
Like I'm bout to spell Arkansas
Hand over my ice and cream
I ain't talkin about Haagen Dazs
I could moonwalk on the sun
Stop wishin on these fallen stars
Flow sharper than arrow heads
Ask around I'm a thoroughbred
Best rapper alive
I mean like in the whole world craig
Shout out to my birthplace
Who knew I would lose it all
You could sign me durin a earthquake
This time I would refuse to fall
Got my swag on like a nigga blew that kush
Kicks fly like I threw a shoe at bush
What's takin so long to get the radio goin
I feel like a chick gettin ready for prom
No rainbow, but it's so lame though
Here's a quick question for the Los game show
Whos better? You never
Man make a lil room for the new fella
[Hook: Los]
Good loadie woadie, everyone in the hood
Roll up on me like, now what's up witchu homie?
Don't you know all these suckas is phonie?
So what's good? Let me tell you what's good
The town ain't safe cause the hood just hood
My past couldn't slow a nigga down, what could?
So the crown ain't safe in the hood, what's good?
I know you see me gunnin' for the spot, what's good?
From the bottom I'm comin' for the top, what's good?
Tell em keep your money runnin' til it stops, what's good?
When I get say I'm gunnin' for my block, what's good?
Let me tell you what's good
The town ain't safe cause the hood just hood
My past couldn't slowa nigga down, what could?
So the crown ain't safe in the hood, what's good?
[Verse 2: Los]
I'm just sailin' off and livin' far from frail
Or starving prison jail
Ya boy be tight and his jewelry bright
As Bale or Harvard Princeton Yale
What I gotta tell ya like Kanye tell ya
Run up in the woods pull a Kanye tailer
Came from the bottom so you know I hate failure
I make everything tight like Kanye Tailor
Somebody go ask Jay Z
What's the craziest a flow could be?
Cause I be sayin shit that could make an athiest go O M G
I'm the rap KG slash black JB
But I go hard in the paint and ya broad might faint
You a wack JV nigga, 6 man down
Talkin bout you finna ride but your kickstand down
Bitch stand down to a stand up dude
I could and 1's when I'm in a and what mood?
Got me stop me you and what crew?
Silly rabbit what planet you think
We on you don't stand a chance
Your girl ask em nail her I screwed her
Then did the hammer dance
She went down like a avalanche
I'm too big for you, small pierce
Coupe top pushed back like Paul Pierce
I ball I push that like Paul Pierce
I could do shit here all year
So I'm comin through the lane like Rondo nigga
Cause my belt like a car note and my shoes about as much
As a payment on a condo nigga
And I'm comin for the crown no convo nigga

Look I'm about to summons the punishment then publish it
By summers come I'm a run this shit
Cause a cummerbund could'ntstomach this
Jay played chicken with a mack truck, kinda raw
Niggas play chicken with Los, I'm playing dinosaur
Carnivores hide from me, predators is prey,
The earth is my chessboard,
Where my competitors get played,
I'm 2 seconds from greatness
You 10 minutes from 8th grade
I mastered mine like I invented the slave trade
Aight, my girlfriend 9 times hot
I'm unsigned, but I shine in every prime time spot
Design lines of a genius, but them guidelines dropped
Cause my curriculum starts right where Einsteins stopped
I learned every word in the world then restarted again
I surpassed the point of a genius to retarded again
Even plotted the perfect plan then re-thought it again
So even if I forfeit they still called it a win
Me losing? I doubt that forever
I could spit tornadoes out, that could probably put a house back together
I am, thee best, leave all my competitors dying, depressed
I'm a lion in thee flesh
And you, you bout as gangster as Ryan SeaCrest
Bout to send all my niggas to give out you niggas that's lyin, G -Checks
I am too big to belittle you haters
I am too big I "be little" you haters
Heres a little rule breaker
I'm seeing so many cheques now
I feel like I'm turnin' in middle school papers
And dem court side seats behind the Lakers, kinda cool,
The acres behind the lake and the lake is behind the pool
The pool is behind the mansion, the mansion behind the phantom
The phantom behind some trees, and a tall gate please
For whoever got the crown, get some all state please
Will I scratch these niggas off? Do a dog hate fleas?
Jeeez, I'm at a level they haven't entered yet,
So while I'm talkin please nobody interject,
I'm Andre 3K with the intellect
So all you hoe ass rappers give me a pimps respect
I'm leanin' like Pimp C doing my thing, respect it
I'm Bun B from an underground kings perspective
My flow should be forbidden,
I freestyled one time, and Nas told me it was written
Hahaha
Jus kiddin' if I'm leavin' you out
Well it's a hard knock life no reasonable doubt
The crown ain't safe, I hope rappers feel inferior
This what I like to call Vintage Rolls Royce interior
Nigga
Let it ride out man, for a second

Ah, yeah, hey, yo, catch me in that cool grey,
Coop no toupe
Cool grey jordans on nigger bumping cool jay
Blazes in my wrist watch jury so lupe
Swagging never duplicate fresher than a bouquet
I didn't told them about the [?] that's something that a fool say
Nigger I wear thousand dollar snickers on a tuesday
Cleaner with fly day, driving like a sunday
Bring the [?] to the city dropping like a monday
Shout out to my haters, know I had to thank you
Only made me mess that everything they said I can't do
[?] my pain, the rain that I came to
So I paint the picture and I go hard in a [?]
Ain't nobody guarding me, they scared of the best
I'm a speaker from the heart like your ear's to my chest
I'm here in the flesh, nightmare wake me out of my bed
I pray my niggers make it out of the fence so
We living the life, bright lights fancy cars
Everything money can buy
We living the life
Came up from the bottom and we took a walk across the sky
We ain't never coming down
Oh, oh, baby it's all so crazy
It feel so good and we still so hood
But everybody know we living the life
I don't know how I feel no more
I feel like real life ain't real no more
[?] chill no more
Niggers bring you down, don't nobody build no more
Rap [?] don't nobody value skill no more
So you ain't gotta be nice to get a deal no more
So I'm back to where I be on, 500 tea on
Stacking bread macking [?]
My girl do red bottom, louis vuitton queen
You might do it but we do it like we do it on screen
I'm talking mars splashes, explosion far fashion
In lust with life cause love you fall back in
Ah, life's a bitch but she bitter sweet
Eve [?] the apple so my niggers had to hit the streets
Nightmare wake me out of my bed
I pray my niggers make it out of the fence so
We living the life, bright lights fancy cars
Everything money can buy
We living the life
Came up from the bottom and we took a walk across the sky
We ain't never coming down
Oh, oh, baby it's all so crazy
It feel so good and we still so hood
But everybody know we living the life
We living the life, bright lights fancy cars
Everything money can buy
We living the life
Came up from the bottom and we took a walk across the sky
We ain't never coming down
Oh, oh, baby it's all so crazy
It feel so good and we still so hood

[hook]
king los, king los, bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
been knocked down, hated on, bitch i still did my thing though
i'm king los, king los, bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
been knocked down, hated on, bitch i still did my thing though
i thank the lord every breath i take
every step i make, i'm going off on these sucka niggas wishing thats my fate
thats why i go, go, go (way too hard)
go, go (way too hard)
they say i go, go, go (way too hard)
go, go (way too hard)
[verse 1]
yo, rap on shit nobody go hard, i dont need nobody
i body whole squads
i bury niggas on the dark side of the moon
till the sun come up and throw a party on mars
i'm outta this world outta my mind, stuck at the bottom thinking
how do i climb, how do i climb?
fuck i sound to get up i turn this bitch upside down
cause i get down to get up, sit down do sit ups
sit up do push ups, push ups to lay back
so i make that money do cruches
so you hate my guts when i pull up the maybach
honey said she ain't never seen a guy that thorough
so i got it on strength like a bicep curl
hopeed out the pussy like i gotta murk out
sorry baby girl, it'll never work out get it?
snapback, custom made fitted's
shitted on ever spectator, every critic midgets never seen one quite fly
you a pint size guy to a giant like i
digits? i throw them in the bank
bitches planking on the dick like they throwing in the anchor
her, her, her and you too
it ain't all about the rappers when i'm turning through crews
[hook]
[verse 2]
they'll never make another me
i dont even need half of me to make another you
i'm coming for number one so shitting on niggas is the only way you ever see me taking number 2
i'm back like vertabrae
nigga stop fronting, you ain't even really got the guts for this
better man up nigga, im a stand up nigga
back rosa parks woulda got up for this, cause i get down to get up
never put the pen down to give up
now a nigga pin down to pin up it feel like i been up
and yall niggas stuggling so when i pull up i betta feel like a chin up
down, then up, down again and i'm so nice i put down the pen
think you wanna battle, you wanna say yes
dont push up if you dont wanna play chess get it?
wear air j's ever digit and i'm the rap game's most extrraordinary nigga
dont knock on a door when ya boy in the kitchen
probably mention i'm something and the rock ain't cooking
ski mask in the booth hope the cops ain't looking
tell me god ain't smiling nigga spot ain't tooken
my pa staying proud and these niggas stay lying
i was born in the jungle man these niggas ain't lions
[hook]
[verse 3: lola monroe]
queen bosset cause i run shit i stay dumb slick fly tell a bum bitch bye
wanna come trick, why, you ain't built like that
you gonna fuck around and get killed like that
ol' back of the race looking bitch ol' wack ass drag in the face looking bitch
ole half ass, no swag having ass, ho ass slow ass
last of the apes looking bitch
you're styled played out like manolo boots
we taking headshots welcome to the photoshoot
i'll wipe this bitch! who hype this bitch?
make me put a ho down like mike vick pit
betcha life get hit like a 10 car crash
you dont really want it though send me all trash
i'm from garfield where they known to skin all rats
and get rid of white boy like kim kardash
get it?
christian louboutins when i pivot
its so gross how you broke bitches in a civic i did it
im good shit, the hoods big ticket
get off my lollipop if you ain't gonna lick it
im wicked, ya money like beckham lets kick it
none of yall bitches wanna step in my district
say i ain't the truth and these bitches ain't lying!
i was born in the jungle these bitches ain't lions
im queen roe, queen roe
[hook]
bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
been knocked down, hated on, bitch i still did my thing though
(i'm queen roe, i'm queen roe)
bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
been knocked down, hated on, bitch i still did my thing though
i thank the lord every breath i take
every step i make, i'm going off on these sucka niggas wishing thats my fate
thats why i go, go, go (way too hard)
go, go (way too hard)
they say i go, go, go (way too hard)

[Hook]
King Los, king Los, bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
Been knocked down, hated on, bitch I still did my thing though
I'm king Los, king Los, bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
Been knocked down, hated on, bitch I still did my thing though
I thank the Lord every breath I take
Every step I make, I'm going off on these sucka niggas wishing thats my fate
Thats why I go, go, go (way too hard)
Go, go (way too hard)
They say I go, go, go (way too hard)
Go, go (way too hard)
[Verse 1]
Yo, rap on shit nobody go hard, I dont need nobody
I body whole squads
I bury niggas on the dark side of the moon
Till the sun come up and throw a party on mars
I'm outta this world outta my mind, stuck at the bottom thinking
How do I climb, how do I climb?
Fuck I sound to get up I turn this bitch upside down
Cause I get down to get up, sit down do sit ups
Sit up do push ups, push ups to lay back
So I make that money do cruches
So you hate my guts when I pull up the Maybach
Honey said she ain't never seen a guy that thorough
So I got it on strength like a bicep curl
Hopeed out the pussy like I gotta murk out
Sorry baby girl, it'll never work out get it?
Snapback, custom made fitted's
Shitted on ever spectator, every critic midgets never seen one quite fly
You a pint size guy to a giant like I
Digits? I throw them in the bank
Bitches planking on the dick like they throwing in the anchor
Her, her, her and you too
It ain't all about the rappers when I'm turning through crews
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
They'll never make another me
I dont even need half of me to make another you
I'm coming for number one so shitting on niggas is the only way you ever see me taking number 2
I'm back like vertabrae
Nigga stop fronting, you ain't even really got the guts for this
Better man up nigga, Im a stand up nigga
Back Rosa Parks woulda got up for this, cause I get down to get up
Never put the pen down to give up
Now a nigga pin down to pin up it feel like I been up
And yall niggas stuggling so when I pull up I betta feel like a chin up
Down, then up, down again and I'm so nice I put down the pen
Think you wanna battle, you wanna say yes
Dont push up if you dont wanna play chess get it?
Wear Air J's ever digit and I'm the rap game's most extrraordinary nigga
Dont knock on a door when ya boy in the kitchen
Probably mention I'm something and the rock ain't cooking
Ski mask in the booth hope the cops ain't looking
Tell me god ain't smiling nigga spot ain't tooken
My pa staying proud and these niggas stay lying
I was born in the jungle man these niggas ain't lions
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lola Monroe]
Queen bosset cause I run shit I stay dumb slick fly tell a bum bitch bye
Wanna come trick, why, you ain't built like that
You gonna fuck around and get killed like that
Ol' back of the race looking bitch ol' wack ass drag in the face looking bitch
Ole half ass, no swag having ass, ho ass slow ass
Last of the apes looking bitch
You're styled played out like Manolo boots
We taking headshots welcome to the photoshoot
I'll wipe this bitch! Who hype this bitch?
Make me put a ho down like Mike Vick pit
Betcha life get hit like a 10 car crash
You dont really want it though send me all trash
I'm from garfield where they known to skin all rats
And get rid of white boy like Kim Kardash
Get it?
Christian Louboutins when I pivot
Its so gross how you broke bitches in a civic I did it
Im good shit, the hoods big ticket
Get off my lollipop if you ain't gonna lick it
Im wicked, ya money like Beckham lets kick it
None of yall bitches wanna step in my district
Say I ain't the truth and these bitches ain't lying!
I was born in the jungle these bitches ain't lions
Im Queen roe, Queen roe
[Hook]
Bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
Been knocked down, hated on, bitch I still did my thing though
(I'm Queen Roe, I'm Queen Roe)
Bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
Been knocked down, hated on, bitch I still did my thing though
I thank the Lord every breath I take
Every step I make, I'm going off on these sucka niggas wishing thats my fate
Thats why I go, go, go (way too hard)
Go, go (way too hard)
They say I go, go, go (way too hard)

[Drake:]
I'm getting so throwed
I ain't work this hard since I was 18
Apologise if I say, anything I don't mean
Like what's up with your best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me
And what's up with these new niggas?
And why they think it all comes so easy
[Swagga Boy Los:]
So I'm gon get it while I'm here boy
Cause I might not get this opportunity next year boy
Geez guys I jump on the b I go dumb
You knee high and I be on my fee-fi-fo-fum
Was bout to put in work like T.I old guns
But D-I-D-D-Y was on one
These weak ass rappers come at me I choke one
My daddy was a soldier I'm GI Joe's son
Or Jackson, I keep it so G, I'm Joe's son
I'm top fivin', you can come see why Los won
Best rapper alive, it ain't up for an option
Nobody's close to me
I should be up for adoption
I mean one cell of my brain got Playstation capacity
I'm so outta this World the Space Stations harrassing me
My flow's so a trip that vacations are mad at me
And Einstein couldn't get straight A's in a class with me
I out last 'em, out class and merk you
You scared to go in like you out past your curfew
Ahh shit, don't talk shit then bullshit
My thoughts get on some Thor shit
It's war bitch
That's how it is so get up off your coward shit and battle me
I'm so charged up that I could probably shit a battery
You ain't seen nobody like you skipped anatomy
I'm at your Adams apple, shatter atoms automatically
I'm on one nigga just a strong young nigga
In my zone, yeah you fucking with the wrong one nigga
Like a provate Christmas party and you ain't get the message
So just because your present, don't mean you got presence
And I'm so fucking gifted, you see me go light years
So it's like you not here
Even though you right there
What I'm a bout to do to the summer done got the winter shook
Took a page from history and stuck it in the Guinness book
As a bookmark cause I'm book smart
All my thoughts took action cause my actions took thought
I hope the crown ain't safe, give you a creepy feeling
Cause you look up to me and hate me, I'm like a leaky ceiling
You see me kill em how I pounce on these beats
And then I upstage rappers like balcony seats
See I'm in my whip and I got two sluts
Your girl gots hips that I got to touch
Slide it in her lips when I'm bout to nut
Keep your eye on your chick cause I got two nuts

Same old shit, just a different day
I'm coming for the crown, the f-ck a n-gga say?
And I'm the best rapper alive!
Before I pull up to the spot, you hear my coupe, dog
Look like I photshopped that bitch and took the roof off
Damn Los you go too hard
These rappers acting like Lebron, how you play with the Heat and scared to shoot dawg!
Rappers fake, it's pathetic, matching them bets, taking my credit
N-ggas get blasted away and beheaded
Bitch that crown aint safe cuz I said it
I got my shovel I'm coming, don't stumble
I got you a big f-cking tomb
I aint got no deal but I'm building a bedroom
Cuz I got some shit coming soon
Man I'm raining on them bitches, Travis Porter, turn them lights out
You beating round the Bush, like Travis Barker at the White House
I'm so deep in that top 5, I can't find out the kid number
Jay gonn have to call big momma, Ye gonn have to call his big brother
They gonn have to have a discussion, Yea they best at discussing
Jay you better find that n-gga, go sign that n-gga, or smash his ass or do something, ugh
Magnificent is old, excellent is boring
Some n-ggas call this amazing, I call it this morning
All yellow diamonds in my purple drop
She give me brains I come to live, bitch I'm urkle pop
Think outside the box, I'm frozen beware
I'm packin that tray but I'm too cold to be square
Ice cubes is square, squares fit inside the tray,
The tray sits inside the box, here's your lesson for today,
Ok, when you're this cold and you ain't in a nice mood,
you put square n-ggas in a box, ice cube.
I like sexy women, fast cars, nice views
Sexy women say you dress your ass off, nice shoes
'These old things?'
She said 'yes dear, but when did they come out?'
I'm like 'bitch, next year!'
Note to the rap game 'nobody call next here,
Or I'ma snap legs, stack bodies, break necks here'
And to XXL: 'F-ck could a n-gga say?,
Yall did the same old shit, jus a different day'
Get this straight, I'm no Freshmen
More like the Principal, theres no question
Run this school and n-ggas don't test him
But it's the principle that I'm stressing
Question: 'When yall talk about the best, how don't you mention me?'
I aint on a bench, I'm the benchmark of my century
Eventually I'ma show you rappers just p-ssy

man i got dumb hoes, stupid bands
the guts red but the coupe is tan
if a slut wit it, ima scoop her damn
and have her “draggin balls”(dragon balls) no super saiyan
make her pussy whistle like a flute was playin
at my “crib tonight”(kryptonite) no superman
get it kryptonite, superman im in a new sedan
and bumpin luther van(vandross)
i make her grip, break a cheque
make your bitch break her neck
handle you niggas that wont even break a sweat (woop)
hit your breaks, slow it down, your shit was fake
lil nigga, big mistake, im the shit whats the big debate
my niggas in the kitchen got shit to bake
bitch im nuts like christmas cake
i said cut ur single and drop it
everything bout to slow up
got krispy kreme in my pocket
in other words my donuts
she go nuts when im in her thang
no luck wit chu minute man
my city told me go kill you niggas
so i told the coach to put me in the game
i say i ball i swag i grind i floss
i cop these cars pop tags i shine take off
okay i took a loss, not again
drop my top to get oxygen
from the bottom got to win
i told em what a happen if they box me in
and then im whoopin ass whoopin ass
whoopin ass, im whoopin ass
whoopin ass whoopin ass
whoopin ass, im whoopin ass
i cop the drop, drop the top
switch the lane, hit the gas
hit the door, flip the cash
niggas know im whoopin ass
okay runway fashion dolce
white girl give me windpipe
bitch might think im o.j
ro-ro-rozay
call it rolex, hoes say
let me see that rockband like i got tickets to coldpay
wait(wait), oh god,
all my diamonds go off,
if i start fist pumpin it look like im throwin snowballs
i like short skirts , no panty plz
i make the pussy overheat she need antifreeze
i fan it off then light it up again
and make a pit stop and tighten up her friend
i said i break a bitch back make her bring the bitch back
when she think of this dick she gon bring up this track
im a king in the matt(mattress) do my thing while you slack
on your pimpin you slippin i bring the attack
hit your breaks slow down your shit was fake
lil nigga big mistake im the shit whats the big debate
i say i ball i swag i grind i floss
i cop these cars pop tags i shine take off
okay i took a loss, not again
drop my top to get oxygen
from the bottom got to win
i told em what a happen if they box me in
and then im whoopin ass whoopin ass
whoopin ass, im whoopin ass
whoopin ass whoopin ass
whoopin ass, im whoopin ass
i cop the drop, drop the top
switch the lane, hit the gas
hit the door, flip the cash

Can we get much higher...
But of course we can baby hahaha
Ughh it's Los... again
Okay I take my middle finger flick it to the wicked media
Critics on my dick clickin a niggas wikipedia
Flow more intricate than the period of pyramids
Wack rappers lack what the pythagorean theorem is
My mathematics will trip you have your shoes tangled
I think it's funny you come at me from acute angle
I coulda grabbed all my weapons and took a T.I
But I ain't gotta see you to kill you book of Eli
Nikka we fly the first time ya hook a glance
I hit it from the back and did the skully low brooklyn dance
The Rico from Paid in Full while everybody look and dance
Fuck them the kitchen did the lil b cookin dance
I took a chance with Puffy and lost 6 years
But how he gon fix my problems he can't fix his
This year I ain't prepared to take my next L
Last year I got X but this year I excel
Ah-hem, please pardon my pun
Each part of my jargons, like jog yo he startin to run
He talkin to pun, me, you see me sparkin my gun
I go retarded with these bars I'm a talk in my pun
This chick came back to me, bought me a daiquiri sat beside me said hi I'm daphnie,
Actually you attracted me after I heard you rappin there's something jus happened magically
Automatically grabbin me sorta drastic dramatically
Staggering off the jet but accurately adapting
To dudes in black the hats in the jackets was thinking jackin me
But I'm packin ratchets for static that happens gradually
Told that bitch imagine me casually fallin casualty
Grab the gat and blasted the castle that hats and back of me
Killed the bitch at the bar then sat back jus and had my daiquiri
I think these rappers be scared to step an inch in my sector
Cause I school that ass like a Princeton professor
You approach your bars with hesitation
I appraoch mine with a Harvard's education
Yea I dropped outta college and coulda went to jail
But I don't like regular people I shoulda went to Yale
I'm jus venting hell, think I need a book deal
Can we get much higher? I feel how the hook feel
And I'm rollin in that Rolls Royce bumpin Seal
You know the one with the white bitch on the ugly grill
I ain't talkin bout Seal I'm talkin bout the car
Had to clarify that cause niggas be talkin bout my bars
Your times up dawg I'm cleaning out the cell
I jump on songs and snap like I'm singing acapella
Can we get much higher...
So this it for your career
The way I'm bout to start this bidding war
You gon think I'm sellin missile to Korea
It's official get it clear
This tre that I'm packin
Ain't singing you a song when it hit you in the ear
So warn your whole village I'm comin to kill every king
Right now the score is dem nothing me everything
I feel like they gave me nothing and them everything
So I ain't jus rappin and bluffin I mean everything
I'm bout to have ya'll niggas mad at me
I wrote this blindfolded DARK TWISTED FANTASY
Can we get much higher
Can we get much higher

VERSE ONE
No, these just ain’t fucking words
No, this ain’t no fucking verse
Nigga this my fucking life
I been through the fucking worst
First they took my father from me
Shot him in the fucking head
Then they took my homies from me
Locked ‘em in the fucking Fed
Then they took my cousin (Churl)?
And they kidnapped Mardy’s girl
After that I lost my deal
Had me screaming fuck the world
(Now my nigga Mardy locking
Feds ran up in Puffy shit)?
But I worked too hard to get signed
And I been through too much to quit
So much pain inside my heart
So much passion in my eyes
That now I just invite the pain
I think it’s passion in disguise
Bless my God that kept me safe
I cherish every single breath
But Lord knows I been through so much
That up’s the only thing that’s left
Momma if I’m bitter lately
Sorry I don’t mean to be
But I wake up in cold sweats
Fighting demons in my sleep
Pray to Lord my soul to keep
Want for nothing less than more
So anything I’m going through is everything I’m destined for
CHORUS
If you’ve got a question, well I am the answer
(In the blink of an eye)? I can make a believer
I’m an achiever
(Livin in hustles)?
When I was down I found strength in my struggles
I’m unstoppable
Destined to be unstoppable
Unstoppable
Destined to be unstoppable
Unstoppable
VERSE TWO
Faced my fears and tucked my pride
Took a loss then earned it back
Never had to hide my hurt cuz everybody turned they back
Never made too many threats
But I promise you they gon learn
I came to re-decorate
It’s funny how them tables turn
Love can’t be an open door cuz often times these strangers knock
My heart been a house of pain and every month I change the locks
My swag be on ADT cuz they try to pull B and E’s
Homie ain’t no windows here cuz nobody be seeing me
I’m screamin out I’m the best but ya’ll niggas don’t hear me though
Revenge is sweet and this is my recipe for a miracle
It’s such an equation
Menage a trois with greatness cuz at the same time I’m fucking amazing
My verse could penetrate the Earth
The dead could probly feel this shit
At least when they wish me the worst, it’s something I’m familiar with
I’m still legit, still the shit, you know where my heart is at
They tell me it’s impossible, but shit I like the odds of that
CHORUS
If you’ve got a question, well I am the answer
(In the blink of an eye)? I can make a believer
I’m an achiever
(Livin in hustles)?
When I was down I found strength in my struggles
I’m unstoppable
Destined to be unstoppable
Unstoppable
Destined to be unstoppable

[Chorus:]
I'm from the bottom, From the motherfuckin bottom
I'm from the bottom' You don't want no fuckin problems
The top is sweet, The bottom is sour
But you gotta love the bottom cause the bottom is ours [x2]
[Verse:]
I ain't from up north, I ain't from dirty south
I'm from a town niggas never seen never heard about
But fuck word of mouth, Nigga follow that murder route
We like scrappin, But we love pullin them burners out
And we ain't concerned with clout, The bottom is the bottom
Ain't no top out here, Once you got spot em then you got em
We stack the cream, Serve crack to fiends
And wrap the pack-ag-ing in vaseline
Run shops on the block, Keep the stashes clean
We still hittin in the hole, Fuck the tractor beam
The hash is green, Lil shorties is down bad
Empty out the dutch and throw the 40's in brown bags
And I don't know where ya'll was placed in the ground at
But now I'm shakin the ground, Takin my town back
I'm tryin to put us up front, You takin us round back
Rap about bullshit, Makin us sound wack
I'm breakin it down fact for fact, You opinionated
I'm a limited edition, You eliminated
Intimidated, Cause another sucka wildin
And me I'm just smilin, I'm from the motherfuckin bottom

[Hook: Def]
Money and bitches
Bitches and money
I'm addicted to money
My only interest is money
You ain't gettin this sonny
That's why yo bitches will fuck me
You want me
Come find me
I'm right at the end of the money Stack
Money and bitches
Bitches and money
I'm addicted to money
My only interest is money
You ain't gettin this sonny
That's why yo bitches will fuck me
You want me
Come find me
I'm right at the end of the money, Whoo
[Verse 1: Merk]
Money and bitches I got it made
And I keepem clean like I got a maid
And I'm stuntin with this bread
Fuck that minors face
They tell me this money uh kill you
I tell em I'm not afraid
See I grind for this shit, grind for this shit
So much I ain't got time for this shit
Money everywhere swear I ain't lieing this shit
Me too hell no you lieing this shit
I keepin a stack
This is what I do
I'm livin it right but I'm dying this swit
I'm too high in this shit
Make safe on deck
I'm supplying this shit
Cause I am the shit bitch
Yes I am the smarrow
My pocket to fat
Inwhiteney smell
I'm trying to talk
You have buttoned me
Sense I'm dying in hell
Fuck it cause I refuse to be one of these niggas
Eating but barley they skin and bones
Make it to the top guess they so high and they fell
Splat fall face plant
See me I ball space hand
And you just mad
Cause we taking ya'll place then, (Sorry)
Sore loser
Now that ain't nice at all
Shake hands
We taking over
This is just a small (shakes bank)
[Hook: Def]
[Verse 2: Los]
I gotta choppa named Charlie
A bitch named Charlie
With a choppa on a Harley
That a chop a hole for me
Lord proper slow bunny
That a chop a whole onion
When it's goin down
She got that geranamo for me
Got a bitch named Chris
That only drink Moe
I got a bitch named Moe
That only drink Chris
I bring chrisy moe moe
I bring moe moe chris
Meetem at the moe moe
And then I fuck both chicks
Cause bitch I balldrum walk chris paul paul piss
Bitch eyes balls fall out her head
I over ball just like I lis
I'm over ya'll just like paul is
Stop eyeballin this life I live
You ain't do shit once then twice I did
So stop talkin bout whatcha finna do
Whatcha bedda do
Whatcha medda do
You pretendid to
Such a general
But in general
Tentin you couldn't equal one me nigga
Better act right you could stand on the moon
With a flashlight still couldn't sun me nigga
I'm comfy nigga
And you mufuckas be bums
And more like a bumbee nigga
Underground king
Come and see
With a pepsi
And do you
I wouldve done me
I'm out this bitch
[Hook: Def]
[Verse 3:]
Bitches and money
Always after the money
I crack a bottle
Smash a model
Get back to the money
See that's the modo that we follow
You lackin it dummy
That's why they get by the tummy
Guess why you bastards ain't funny
No work no fame
That's famers go beserk on lanes
And squirt those flames are the worse propane
No pain no game and my verse cocaine
Cause it's me E F hifa M hifa M
E R K flow fuck yo men I admit
If you ever thought you was playin them trig again
Your a bitch trapped in a dead raw
Man I stroggle hard, bow guard
And go off Oh-Lah
Well the lights go low
And if it all gets skried
In the beginning it starts gets squad or draw
With a bitch type bad
With a ass quite fat
I'm a pipe that back
See ello white jack
It ain't a can have last week
Over my pad
Made a bite that scratch me
Sorry my bad
Is that to wrong
Or to explicit
If you can't take it
Why is you listenin
And before I wanted this shit
My mind was only on money and bitches

Yea never gotta sweat that,
Your boy los says you never gotta sweat that
The crown ain't safe what's good I said the crown ain't safe yea
They sayin that I'm great, that ain't no debate
The crown ain't safe, worth the wait,
Hey, bout to do it boy, I'm bout to do it boy,
Crown ain't safe in the hood what's good
I'm climbin to the top why the fuck would I let go
Chillin in my hood with my number 5 retros
Untied, I ain't trippin off a thang
My '67 chevy paint drippin off the frame
Lames, prolly spot a nigga through the tint
Stick yo head in this window and get this to yo lips
Bitch, yea I'm out that bodymore, you see me with all the goons
Talkin bout you got them keys, watchu mean auto tune?
Drop that fuckin top on that vert man, fastlane,
Ballin through the A bumpin first name, last name
Scoop these groupie floozy's, cause they trendy and they swalla
From super sports to coupes and porches bentley and impalas
Get this uzzi to your coofi for your pennies and your power
Behind Coogi, Gucci, Loubi, Louis, Fendi or that Prada
Not a nigga in my reach dawg preach on
All white lambi but the insides black I call it Kreayshawn
And your girl want to get married to her idol
So I shoot it in her face like jason terry in the finals
How they gon stop a nigga when the wick of my bomb lit
The sick of my swag is the quick of my charm hit
Ya niggas is average stop spittin that nonsense
Your cds sound like when scotty pippin said that lebron shit
Every bar you on but wouldn't flip you an omlette
Every coment you hard but wouldn't point at a comet
In the sky, if it flew by, you guys, spew lies,
Just to get them oos, awes 2 sides
To every story I guess yours the wrong side
Long side of true, these niggas see you the wrong guy
Song cry, yea I spit it like I live it cause the g's listen
And you jus lie like live with the V missin
Shout out marty and cory a major part of my story
Bout to come home from the feds, so to God be the glory
All of these artists jus bore me so I'm bumpin Frank Ocean
Got lola shotgun with me we in that thang coastin
I ain't boastin but the crown ain't safe
I woulda never mentioned swag if these clowns ain't hate
I wouldn't talk about the pain if I could smile all day
Wish I could take a break and take my nephews out all day
Gary and Nadu I love you but this world ain't raps
So don't be chasin coochie, coochie thinkin girls ain't traps
You know, they see your dreams and they deter you with sex
So keep your branch in your pants, no time for birds in your nest
Be encouraged at best is somethin great in your soul
Never merge to the left continue straight on ya road
And we gon roll cause even when we broke we ballin
And even when we down we shine
Jus keep your faith and you in and God
Don't be afraid to spread your wings and fly
Even from the home of the white baby, I told them the crown is mine

[Talking: Los]
What's Good?
Wha-wha-wh-wha-what's good?
I'm what it is, not what it could've been
Crown ain't safe in the hood, what's good?
[Verse 1: Los]
Umm, pick a nigga better
I could have a picnic with your mothafuckin' top 5
If I ain't in it then it's 5 guys, straight 8 like 5 guys
Popeyes, hot fries, doin' numbers in the street like hopscotch
I rock everything I'm on I be going hard
I be acting like a fool I be goin' off
I just bought the fuckin' top spot like I'm goin Paul
Umm, speakin' of that ain't no top on my whip
While you poppin' your lips got your fox with no top
Givin' top in my whip with a tropical beeeeitch
I handle hoes, you wife that freak broad
I could help you get your MAC right, I'm like the geek squad
I don't fuck with no weed though but I smoke a bummin' bitch
Got them starbucks in my pocket that's that mocha on that swiss
Los the dopest hoes be focused on the glow that's on his wrist
If your chick in here make her disapear and put the hocus pocus on your bitch
Pull a rabbit out a hat and make a habit out of that
That's magic, wala, but your bitch gone that's tragic, nada
You want no friction, that's static
I get my grip on this automatic and it's buhbye
My saliva like lava
Bring the drama to you like Obama did Osama
Hoes tell me [?] Los, I'm like you don't believe it
You can call my bluff heres a motherfuckin' phone number nigga (ahhh)
[Hook:]
Whenever, you better, you better, do better
If ever, you never, too clever, whoever
You ever, you better move, now
If you thinkin', sit down
I'm a stand up nigga, but I came to get down
And my game so deep I could make a bitch drown
I can take a bitch, take a bitch and bring a bitch down
All those retardos, should quote this and borrow
I'm so ahead of rappers, I wrote this tomorrow
She catchin' feelings, cause I throw the penis
A little too good, she call it Stroke of Genius
[Verse 2: Los]
Umm, everybody sayin' I'm the best that ever
We could have a little meeting and get the best together
They can invest in the best and protect each other
Because I'm comin' at they mothafuckin' necks forever
I been over here screamin' out "next" forever
Doin' shit that these niggas in the flesh could never
Bout to get your favorite rapper and put to rest forever
I'm talkin' three plus three feet, deep sleep, see sheep
Defeat, nigga get the fuck out the way, I'm drivin' a mac truck
With too many shots of vodka in me, and I'm swervin'
In other words stay the fuck out my way
I catch a nigga in my mothafuckin' lane, and I'm a serve 'em
Then it's curtains, nigga so soft sleep and my flow so concrete
I just went off beat on purpose, cause I'm perfect
And you worthless, he don't even want this ass whippin'
I fell from the top but I'm back again
So ask a friend, or tell a friend
That I'm bout to make these niggas irrelevant
If you go nuts, I go elephant
You go bananas, I go silverback
Y'all weak rappers need to stop and train
I stopped the train cause I killed the track
My sentences is dessert, like I'm in this bitch with syzzurp (syrup)
I'm cutting the fuck up like I just wrote this shit with scissors
Ha, I can't think of any more wizords (words)
Ha, but I'm a mothafucking wizard nigga
[Hook:]
Whenever, you better, you better, do better
If ever, you never, too clever, whoever
You ever, you better move, now
If you thinkin', sit down
I'm a stand up nigga, but I came to get down
And my game so deep I could make a bitch drown
I can take a bitch, take a bitch and bring a bitch down
All those retardos, should quote this and borrow
I'm so ahead of rappers, I wrote this tomorrow
She catchin' feelings, cause I throw the penis

Eh look
Ye ain't gotta show me your spot cause I'm a find it tonight
I got every wine that you like a lil brian mcknight
Step out let me see that vicki secret design in the light
I'm a do sum shit with my hands and send your mind in the flight
Turn your phone off, you gon have the time of your life
Besides, you don't get no service when we climbin them heights
Let's take off, I got some 1st class shit for that gorgeous ass
That make you lay over other men get you boarding pass
I kiss you from your big toe to your hips though
To your waist and your belly button to your lips slow
Cause I'm into you, I want to interview every inch of you
Release all the tension niggas don't pay attention to
Rub between your thighs jus to make your knees shake
Then kiss you on your ankle cause I love the way your feet shake
With your purple toe nails, you work it so well
It's the perfect show cause we ain't close them curtains oh well
Let them haters watch they can take votes
And let them neighbours watch they can take notes
Baby we gon turn the lights down low
We ain't gotta rush let's get lost in every touch
Baby we ain't got nowhere to go
I want you to count every kiss from my lips on your hips
Now move it nice and slow
And I'm a make my way down you jus gotta lay down
Baby let me take control
When it seem the world movin to fast let me get that {slow motion}[x8]
You can get it somethin polite or have it rough as you like
I'm slow grind mode, so blind folds with buckets of ice
How you want it baby, eye contact, and hand grippin
Or me in it like a mechanic fixin a transmission
Uh ugh, that's head first in the hood could be your red skirt
Now spread it out real good until them legs hurt
Ankle grippin, changin position
Hangin off the edge of the bed but ain't no slippin I got you
You start cummin, I jump up out it jus to watch you
Now turn that ass over and come here cause I'm not through
Arch it up I kiss the smile on your back
Lift you from bed to the wall way down the hall in the back
All way down to the desk in my office on some principal shit
Bumpin the computer turnin on instrumentals and shit
And then you stop, I tell you it ain't nuttin wrong bout it
When we finish I'm gon make a song out it
Baby we gon turn the lights down low
We ain't gotta rush let's get lost in every touch
Baby we ain't got nowhere to go
I want you to count every kiss from my lips on your hips
Now move it nice and slow
And I'm a make my way down you jus gotta lay down
Baby let me take control

[Hook]
That paper my chauffeur, yea that money drive me
Nigga I'm rolling I let your honey ride me
Hate it or love it hater, hate it or love it hater
Hate it or love it hater, but I'm getting my fucking paper
I'm shinning on them niggas slidin' on them thangs
Every city that I roll through they be hollerin' my name
Hate it or love it hater, hate it or love it hater
Hate it or love it hater, but I'm getting my fucking paper
[Los - Verse 1]
Seems all these niggas are gone man I'm zoning and flying
But homie dont get me wrong I still roam with the lions
That mufucker on chrome I'm into ownin' and buyin'
All white with the red top call it Conan O'brien
I was almost to the top when a nigga fell back
To the bottom and it shook my whole plan
Then I climb back from the bottom
Tryna make it to the top so I took my whole fam
If I gotta go hard then I'm a bull guard for ya whole card
In my hood I go HAM, now a nigga gettin chauffeured
Screamin' look ma no haaaands damn
Damn I dun made it through the struggle yea it been a fight
Like a left then a right, then a right then a left then a body hook
Then my papa left so its only right my body hooks when I write
Fly as a pimp fl-fly as a pimp l-look here boy l-look here boy
Niggas mad cuz my swag high as a blimp
I guess you can call that a good year boy
And im comin for the top cuz im one of the best
Cool as a tropic breeze and my wat[Hook]
That paper my chauffeur, yea that money drive me
Nigga I'm rolling I let your honey ride me
Hate it or love it hater, hate it or love it hater
Hate it or love it hater, but I'm getting my fucking paper
I'm shinning on them niggas slidin' on them thangs
Every city that I roll through they be hollerin' my name
Hate it or love it hater, hate it or love it hater
Hate it or love it hater, but I'm getting my fucking paper
[Los - Verse 1]
Seems all these niggas are gone man I'm zoning and flying
But homie dont get me wrong I still roam with the lions
That mufucker on chrome I'm into ownin' and buyin'
All white with the red top call it Conan O'brien
I was almost to the top when a nigga fell back
To the bottom and it shook my whole plan
Then I climb back from the bottom
Tryna make it to the top so I took my whole fam
If I gotta go hard then I'm a bull guard for ya whole card
In my hood I go HAM, now a nigga gettin chauffeured
Screamin' look ma no haaaands damn
Damn I dun made it through the struggle yea it been a fight
Like a left then a right, then a right then a left then a body hook
Then my papa left so its only right my body hooks when I write
Fly as a pimp fl-fly as a pimp l-look here boy l-look here boy
Niggas mad cuz my swag high as a blimp
I guess you can call that a good year boy
And im comin for the top cuz im one of the best
Cool as a tropic breeze and my watch like a cop wit a gun
And a vest that motherfuckers talkin bout freeze
And I'm stylin on yo ass walkin in these Kanye sneakers
And I dont mean followin' his path (Louis)
[Hook]ch like a cop wit a gun
And a vest that motherfuckers talkin bout freeze
And I'm stylin on yo ass walkin in these Kanye sneakers
And I dont mean followin' his path (Louis)

Oh My God stand back you can not be serious
A box of tampax could'ntstop me period
I be killin every track so the slaying never stops
I just bang bang bang like the Wayans brothers pops
Will I take a brothers spot?
Don't cops hate
Niggas don't paper cover rock?
Don't rock break scissors?
Don't I say the sickest shit?
Make a crictic shit
In his britches
Make british bitch
Send me titty fit
Go shorty it's your birthday
Gave her 50 cent
No bucks no bank yup shits ridiculous
Haters finna get back
3 feet'll get that 3 feet pushed back
3 feet I meet the track
Like track meet actor
Least break the record
So who ever made it after
Me's takin second
Take a second recognize the motherfuckin level I am on
2nd place is only good when you buying homes
So wathcu buyin homes, Impalas on polished chrome
YES! cause a nigga got necks like collar bones
(Uh uh) I be crushin them faggots
And my bars O.D but I'm a functionin' addict
Catch a nigga in my lane and I'm a dust em in traffic
I'm a dead beat dad I don't fuck with you bastards
I got one.22, two loaded clips
Three.45′s, 6 shots and a couple of caskets
Then I snatch that flashback backtrack
Black hat backpack black ac blap blap blap blap
Wack rap cats, the nat nats from cats that black lac' all black snap back my cash stack
I'm past that the point of no return
If a nigga snitchin on me then that pointer don't return
I knock his mask off that nigga stealin from me
And I chop his hands off thans his pointer don't return
Burn from the fire of my litter richer
Study this it might make you a little richer
Great balls of fire no little richard
I'm cut too big for your little brithces
My truck to big for your little bridges
My nuts too big for you little bitches
To suck on so get the fuck on or fuck off
Your heart disappear when it's war time no love loss
Wuddup dog mention me I get gung-ho
Getcha haters up like me and Miss Munroe
One more time for my niggas in the jungle
Your an ant I could make a lion say uncle
Fester invest in the vest I'm the bester
Blessed her mic like mike like Drexler
I love ropes and rings I might like wrestlers
I'm restless I jump on the mic quite reckless
Etch-a-sketch watch with the light bright neckless
All yellow avirex bright white lexus
Knock your block off not quite like tetris
Throw my bone out to your wife like fetch this
Question whatever the question is I'm the answer
But put this on repeat I don't miss a beat I'm a dancer

(Chorus)
I'm throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I'm just doing it for my section
I'm reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I'm reppin for the crib
Yea I'm reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cuz you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?
(Verse 1)
LOS!
I'm out that back up, back up
Get away from the *blaka blaka*, get it straight
Niggas need to get a cake, get the crack in the day,
Put crack in the cat, push back to the Yay
Where they hug blocks, buww shots,
Hustle all day, scream f-ck cops
Run shots, hitting in the hole
Niggas aint never had enough guap
What pops? household?
Niggas aint never had a whole house
Lights off, red dude
Landlord said we gotta roll out
And its cold out, what the f-ck
Roll out, button up
Zone out, toughen up
No doubt, f-ck is up
Uh, my niggas get it from them Cuban dudes
Push squares on blocks, then flip them like a rubiks cube!
Before I took a milli it was silly on the beat
Keep it trilly, man my niggas had a milli in the streets
Theres some things about my past that feel really incomplete
But if you stomping me to death you couldn't kill me with the feet
I'm from Baltimore city aint nobody stopping this flight
Best rapper alive, you don't like it, we could fist fight
(Chorus)
I'm throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I'm just doing it for my section
I'm reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I'm reppin for the crib
Yea I'm reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cuz you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?
(Verse 2)
Ok, I'm form where that drama come, around just like karma come
Back around, just ask around, no backing down, we palm a gun
I've been on my money chase, momma hear them commas come,
So I could fill up banks at the crib, like I'm Carlton
I got the will to survive and they can't live,
The bitches switch characters on niggas like Aunt Viv
The Crown Aint Safe, yall niggas just dense
Yall want to know who took it, I left you Fresh Prince
Flip that shit, till I get that coupe
Hit that stripper to get that loot
Whip that soda on the side, yea that chicken noodle soup
Make them fiends harlem shake, but they never fall down
I'm the big deal from a small town
(Chorus)
I'm throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I'm just doing it for my section
I'm reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I'm reppin for the crib
Yea I'm reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cuz you know I had to do it for my section

[Verse:]
Nigga I don't sleep or wink, Sneeze or blink
I pour my heart into this shit, Man I bleed through it
I'm quick to leave the page bloody
Momma had a handsome boy but I was raised ugly
Though I stayed lucky, Roamed like a stray puppy
Through these cold streets, Realized death was the consequence of most beef
Los keep ya head up, Don't get sidetracked
See niggas ride out and get a hospital ride back
Besides that, I was born in the west
Raised in the east, Man I stayed in the streets
Played with the heat, That's a dangerous game
Me and my cousin used to chase strangers with the banger
Rages of my anger came, Fucked around played with cane
I was helpin out, I ain't see it as a major thing
But to him, It was all he had
No father, The streets is what he called his dad
Shit, Mad at the world now
16 years old, This street life
God damn, This thing here it's cold
But fuck it, Throw on ya hoody and thug it
Come out early and hug ya strip like you love it
If you want it, Nigga please
This shits addictive like nicotine
Money clothes and hoes, The lifestyle that a nigga fiend
The bigger dream was in me, Deeper than a demons envy
No sleepin on these certain niggas, They just seemin friendly
Niggas be schemin plenty, But dig my logic
For some strange reason, I felt safe in the projects
Had to wait for the process, Digest this life
To much to take it all in in one bite

[Intro]
Los, I got it let me do it
[Verse 1]
I say niggas always hatin' but damn I love my city
I just came out and you didnt, you like Janets other titty
I get respect in the hood cuz I earned it fo' sho
And I make home look good like a furniture store
who the best rapper alive they say I'm out for ya spot
And Im a hustla for real I put my couch on ya block
I take a shit on ya lawn, what could you possibly do?
You bitches talkin too much feel like I'm watchin The View
Word to my watch and my shoe its time to step on them hoes
I got a hook up on bullets and bitch my weapons reload
I could bury you, I'd rather embarrass you homes
Your girl go down on me slow I call it parachute dome
100 miles an hour 100 thousand dollar pair of shoes on
And a watch so sick I think I need to put some theraflu on
I got a terrace view home, I'm in Paris you home
No comparison you niggas is perishing, GONE
[Chorus]
I said I got a lil secret and dont nobody know it
But my watch so loud it might f-ck around and blow it
Let me pan it down I cant stand a clown
So I'm finna kill 'em you should panic now
This is panic mode, nigga this is panic mode
This is panic mode, this is this is panic mode
You niggas think you sick, well Im the antidote
And this is panic mode this is this is panic mode
[Verse 2]
Too beastly to be defeated, I've reached the peak of a genius
I keep it clean its no secret, my sneakers speaky no English
My swag on retarded niggas drivin' Miss Daisy (what that mean?)
That mean my swag known to drive a bitch crazy
Put my hands on these niggas to put them feet on that Porche
These niggas sleepin on Los but Los asleep on ya porch
Man what these rappers about tell em I'm back in the house
To take a shit in ya kitchen and take a nap on ya couch
But I'm never gon slack
Cuz I'm live from the hood where the metal go clap
And I came up from the bottom I'ma never go back
And I'm better then ya better so you better go prac-
tice, fact is, I'm bossin', you bloggin', I'm all in, you log in
I'm ballin', you bargain, I barge in, you call in, dail in
They couldnt get a second outta my day
I could climb over these mountains or push 'em out of my way
F-ck else I gotta say, this shit's embarassin' homes
Aint no comparison, yall niggas perishin', gonnnnne

[Verse 1: Los]
Don't give 'em too much for nothin'
But nothings too much
These niggas doin' too much of nothin
I'm hip-hop's doctor waitin to get it in
But these rappers like cancer, my patience is gettin' thin
They decodin my raps, I'm the coldest in rap
I raised the bar, like I'm workin' on my shoulders, my back
Niggas all in my lane, pulled to the shoulders and back
I came back to the show, just to show that I'm back
So nigga back to the show, I show my back to them haters
The show I kill 'em with style, I'll show you cats get some flavors
I Burberry a nigga, that mean I bury you burr
So cold I buried you burn, walkin' away wearin' a fur
Boy I'm outta this world, ya'll clowns to me
The man on the moon couldn't talk down to me
I could box lightning, I mean box lightning
Cause my gifts that's shockin so nigga stop fighting
[Sean Hayz:]
You will never ever, ever ever, ever ever find a...
Find another nigga like me
Noooo, noooo
[Verse 2: Los]
They tried to one up me, cause I was 2 down
Made me the one up running before the sun up
Now no one could touch me, cause I'm too proud
I guess I'm way too down to be the one up
Nobdoy could back me down, nobody could shunt me
Since nobody backed me now, nobodies in front me
No Roc Nation, no GOOD music
But somehow I still rocked the nation with good music
No Maybach music, no young money co-sign
Sat in my cousin Maybach and daydreamed the whole town
Ambitious, ambitious, this nigga really got a Maybach, damn nigga
We hustle hard if your forfeit you die
44 make fireworks no fourth of July
We from the inches where the fourty cal shells flurry
And niggas set up with shot guns no Al murray
Only the frail worry, so what you worryin bout
I'm gettin my turn in, I'm happy how I turned out
Do your thing young slim that's dope
I'm just out here on the climb like the gym class rope
I'm one smile past pain, one grin past hope
So I think I'm the shit long as I'm cent past broke
I'd like to report a problem
You're bout to explore an album
Disguised as a mixtape that's hyped on some sort of volume
You're likely destroy the valium but it turned in itself
For every time they turned me down
They had it turning itself
And I hope that you learn you suckas found they place
Go to whoever at the top I said the crown ain't safe
Disguised as a mixtape
[Sean Hayz:]
You will never ever, ever ever, ever ever find a...
Find another nigga like me