King Los - Finally Here lyrics

Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too
Long and it might distort
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table
Add it up i'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)

Uh, yeah, uh, okay shout out to my haters
Waiters bring some shots of vodka
Here's a toast for every foe and all
The things that tried to stop us
Blockers, knockers, now we park Impalas
Hop out popping collars "Damn Los
What you been up to homie?"
"How bout clockin' dollars"
Shopping, copping
Buying blinding diamond watches fly as pilots
Grinding, climbing, shining, dropping
Tops reclining, tires polished
Mileage low, gliding slow, seats way back
Got tints on the ride
So fresh so clean, swag so high
Fuck around leave footprints in the sky
I promise that, shorty holla
Back, she said "Gee, you be too fly"
Well I keep Gucci's on my
Feet because the G-You-See-Is-I
Get it? I did it, definitely better
I was climbing from the bottom
Had to get my shit together
Now these bitches on my dick
Because I'm finna get this cheddar
Middle finger to the critics
Tell 'em pay a nigga better
But, I'm mashin' in that Aston until
I'm passing the red line
Flashbacks of my homies I lost
To caskets and fed time
If you ain't help me out
I could give a fuck less
Revenge is sweet, I call it suc-cess

Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too
Long and it might distort
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table
Add it up i'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)

I got you, Twista
Feelin' so much hatred can't help
If they time was wasted
Live life like I'm in the Matrix what
I'm after I can taste it
Cause now it's 'Back To the Basics' lace
It like a hand with aces
Places people things I got
Get the bogus looks from niggas faces
Racist vapors, they don't like ballers
'Cause they know they can't do it like I do
He could spit venom when he rap then me too
Then I'mma spend about a stack for each shoe
Flow like a pimp and a
Mack and breeze through
In the Panamera, prepare a serenade
I'm finna get it
And I'm makin' sure that I get
Paid when I'm in it
You don't wanna have to deal with
The ways of a menace
Every minute I could throw a bitch
A hundred I could run it
If he want it I'mma kill him
With a flow like scripture
Thank those that sent you posters and
Pictures of Los and Twista
Doses of liquor, I'm feelin' lov-e-ly
Flowin' butterly
Better be ready we legacy killers
Or murderers poppin' you off
And then snatchin' ya body
And bury the weapon
And you better be scared of me
Heavily packin' artillery tools
To the top now let's see I'm close
I'm a never win an ESPY I'm gross
But I get money with ESPY dot Los
Dos, SS C-Notes
Who forever gon' make them C-Notes
And we goin' in the club
Spendin' all kind of money
Like we came out the casino cause my

Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too
Long and it might distort
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table
Add it up i'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)

Uh, yo man, I'm just here to encourage you
Not tryna be spiritual
But I had the sudden urge to
Thank God for my miracles
'Cuz I made it through my
Cir-cumstances and had some terrible
Situations but innovations helped me
Find the words to
Help you get through your personal
Adversities, have mercy please
On those who tried to curse you
And nothing could reverse you
My big homie Twista told me I
Got one of the coldest flows
Can't wait to see you shit
On niggas, I said homie, "Hold your nose!"
I can feel it in my stomach
The adrenaline building
So later for these bitch niggas
And they feminine feelings
I done been in the
Building with venomous killers
Got strength left to push to
The end and I'm willing
To hold my aim and just flame niggas
Know your lane in this game niggas
What I plan to do to rap is Novocaine
Gone need painkillers
My lines is cocaine, my mind is propane
And blow your brains out, my rhymes is Cobain
Top pushed back, my ride need Rogaine
I been on my grind since
The line in Soul Train
Just tryna go, across the board
Tryna blow, buy some Jordans
Rather flipping pies, or flipping rhymes
Haters live your life, 'cuz I'm living mine

Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too
Long and it might distort
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table
Add it up i'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)