King Los, Mark Battles, Diddy - King lyrics

I ain't come around here to look all cool
I already am cool
I’m here to do the motherfucking show
That’s what I love to do ain’t nobody safe
Are you ready? Can you dig it?

They say I been the best on the low huh
Why he’s so underrated
That’s been your question before huh
I was destined to get my shining on
My whole future dipped in gold
And covered in diamond stones
Stop the music, that’s reckless
Especially how niggas lose they
Future to a necklace
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so the
Whole world hate me
But my city like a warzone, block like a Navy
So sleep on a nigga
Get you rocked like a baby
I’m the itty bitty nigga with the big dreams
I don’t go 50
50 with you ‘less it’s big cream
They say the small things in
Life that could flip things
And me and your girl got a thing
Ain’t no big thing
Sickest nigga living, stick 'em in them
Ditches run up on me if you into stitches
It’s just intuition, intermission
Never cause I’m clever, niggas into wishin'
Wish a nigga would, wish him well
He’ll need intervention due to
Inhibition and addition
Of when you get in the vision of a
Hyper spiteful delightful rival
With sniper rifles
I’m twice as nice as Bible
Recitals minus the title
The Eiffel tower, your idol
The highest title, the vital
Not to mention the chosen
Flow so cold these scriptures
Is cryogenically frozen i am serious period
Whatever pyramid that my identity goes in
Let it be known
I wrote this in hieroglyphics
I’m here to be throned
I hope you cowards can dig it
I’m heir to the throne
Behold the powerful gift that I
Share in the song
Just don’t stare at me wrong
Yeah I’m house hunting
Looking to house something
I change the subject, you ain’t about nothing
This ain’t about stunting
But I’m a rich nigga
Rich on the inside, yeah that’s a big bigger
I would’ve sit with you
But this the cool table
Oh yeah your girl 8 balls
Without a pool table
And y’all can’t floss without a shoe label
And yeah we move cane to make the moves able
Hold up, flash back, it was me and C
He told me how to cook the dope
Told me be a G you tryna get up in the door
Got to see a key
Now nigga we in the house like a B&E
My nigga Marty held us down, we was CMB
No Nino, no G money, just the G in me
So when you see the block click
Yeah you see the streets
They the NWA to my Eazy E, hold up
You see we’re flexing through cleaner
Groupies sweating the king
Gucci sweats in the beamer
Gucci links on my neck
Herringbone with the Nefertiti piece
With the diamonds
And rubies out of the freezer
Uh, my nautical column starts
From sharpest decreasing
Creases the thought of a
Dollar sparks interest
Though we never had interest in college talks
We still tryna bring that drop out
Look how I walk i’m a hustler

Hey Los bro give me a beat
I make something out of nothing
Used to live in the street
Tryna ménage with mills like Nicki and Meek
Our precision with division till
The mission complete two vixens a week
Been discreet so she hope it’s a fling
Wide asleep, I’m too focused to dream
Doing shots, I don’t notice a thing
Eyes drop when I float to the scene
So much swag yeah the boy he
Turned Los to a king
That’s my nigga for life
I need five for a show and
I ain’t dropping a price
To me these niggas light
I don’t feed into hype
If you got it and I want
It I’ll see you tonight right
I’ll flat line em like a hyphen
I don’t need to write this
Off the head like ISIS ten for my likeness
Two hundred for the Nikes
She tryna be my wifey
These hoes don’t excite me