King Los - Power Freestyle lyrics
[King Los - Power Freestyle lyrics]
Okay, yeah, it just became unfair, let’s go
Burberry button downs fly poppin collas
Bonafide hustlas never stop clockin dollas
Pineapple candy painted drop top Impalas
And none of that ain't comin
Till I drop outta college
Cause no one man should
Have all this knowledge
Of intricate articulate evolved and polished
With theories of philosophers and
Laws of scholars
A whole heart full of go hard no coward
I’m high no hydro i’m fly no pilot
I’m gone no goodbye on fire no hydrant
I’m fresh no Trident
Cool as an after dinner mint
Strong no Altoid fuck with me no intimate
My flow is like intuition
It’s oh so intuitive
Me a tell ya to your face
No choice who the truest is
I’m ballin like Julius, Erving
Disturbing the peace yall niggas so ludacris
You losing I’m lucrative it’s foolishness
If you ain't tryin to hook up with me
That would be a giant look
Giants look up to me
And if your sleeping on me son
You done chose your death
I’m so hot I slept on the
Sun and almost froze to death
Shootin till no foes is left
Shootin till no opponents left
Hatin niggas hold ur breath
If you waiting for Los to
F-A-IL, but I saved myself
Niggas thought I wouldn't get up
From the way I fell
They say damn Los whats takin
So long the game trippin
Use to ask my momma the
Same thing on Thanksgiving
And just like she told me I
Gots to keep it real
And say nigga when it’s time for
Us to eat we will now I’m writin 3 wills for
Sucka bustas and lames
RIP to all you niggas that’s
Fuckin up in the game
I’m coming cuff in your change
When I’m coming tuck in your chains
I’m coming up in your lane
When I come you cuffin your dame
I’m something fucking insane
Leave her sucking fucking a train
I fucked her up in the brain
Make her sucking fucking the train
It’s nothing, to take it back to all black
Black clothes black on black and pitch
Black on the scaffold
All black, mask black, new fly Izod
Black suitcase, black rooftop tripod
Black Ray-Ban’s, Black album in my iPod
Then black out and let the shooter back out
My god!
Burberry button downs fly poppin collas
Bonafide hustlas never stop clockin dollas
Pineapple candy painted drop top Impalas
And none of that ain't comin
Till I drop outta college
Cause no one man should
Have all this knowledge
Of intricate articulate evolved and polished
With theories of philosophers and
Laws of scholars
A whole heart full of go hard no coward
I’m high no hydro i’m fly no pilot
I’m gone no goodbye on fire no hydrant
I’m fresh no Trident
Cool as an after dinner mint
Strong no Altoid fuck with me no intimate
My flow is like intuition
It’s oh so intuitive
Me a tell ya to your face
No choice who the truest is
I’m ballin like Julius, Erving
Disturbing the peace yall niggas so ludacris
You losing I’m lucrative it’s foolishness
If you ain't tryin to hook up with me
That would be a giant look
Giants look up to me
And if your sleeping on me son
You done chose your death
I’m so hot I slept on the
Sun and almost froze to death
Shootin till no foes is left
Shootin till no opponents left
Hatin niggas hold ur breath
If you waiting for Los to
F-A-IL, but I saved myself
Niggas thought I wouldn't get up
From the way I fell
They say damn Los whats takin
So long the game trippin
Use to ask my momma the
Same thing on Thanksgiving
And just like she told me I
Gots to keep it real
And say nigga when it’s time for
Us to eat we will now I’m writin 3 wills for
Sucka bustas and lames
RIP to all you niggas that’s
Fuckin up in the game
I’m coming cuff in your change
When I’m coming tuck in your chains
I’m coming up in your lane
When I come you cuffin your dame
I’m something fucking insane
Leave her sucking fucking a train
I fucked her up in the brain
Make her sucking fucking the train
It’s nothing, to take it back to all black
Black clothes black on black and pitch
Black on the scaffold
All black, mask black, new fly Izod
Black suitcase, black rooftop tripod
Black Ray-Ban’s, Black album in my iPod
Then black out and let the shooter back out
My god!