King Los - R.A.S. lyrics
[King Los - R.A.S. lyrics]
Yo
I gave my everything to niggas'
And got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on
Never got my turn
Took two years off and said
"fuck it I gotta' learn"
Sometimes I wonder why I
Was even fuckin' concerned
And that's some real ass shit
(that's some real ass shit)
I pulled niggas' out the fire
Gave 'em shit they couldn't earn
Buncha' shit they ain't deserve
I shoulda' let them niggas' burn
That's some real ass shit
(that's some real ass shit)
I gave my everything to niggas'
And got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on
Never got my turn that's some real ass shit
I gave my everything to niggas'
And got nothing in return
But some suckas' gotta' drown
Bustas' gotta' burn (real ass shit)
Ooh i ain't the king, nigga' how is that?
Niggas' threw dirt on me
I brought 'em flowers back
You took the easy way out
I took the hard walk
You gotta' take the long road
To listen to God talk
Both of my brothers in prison
I seen my mother cryin'
Puff said this path get dark
That nigga' wasn't lying
Govern my mind and my body, my soul
My metaphysics
I've transcended dimensions niggas have
Yet to visit
Yes, it's vivid, my essence exquisite
No pressure, precious exhibit's, eclectic
Prolific my sonic aesthetic is different
Your prior work is fireworks
When you ain't shining, the thrill is gone
That's how it works
Everybody lookin' up at the sky
For God to work
Well I was made in the image of God
It gotta work
Let me guess, you get the work for cheap
Supply the work
Bitch I research, I cross-reference
Apply the work
I got the spirit of a hurricane victim
This outta' work
When that flood water up to you neck
It's knowledge first
We gon' see how your mind, your soul
Your chakras work
When the whole world flooded
The fuck is dollar worth?
Niggas talk all that hype, but I doubt it
Put life inside your body, get life out it
Put love inside your temple and find peace
Well Los, "where you find that knowledge?"
"It found me"
On God, Money, War I prophesied it before
Now I went from your TV
Screen to your front door
You give niggas' your whole soul
And they want more
They ask me why I'm so hardcore
I gave my everything to niggas
And got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on
Never got my turn
Took two years off and said
"fuck it I gotta' learn"
Sometimes I wonder why I
Was even fuckin' concerned
And that's some real ass shit
I pulled niggas out the fire
Gave 'em shit they couldn't earn
Buncha' shit they ain't deserve
I shoulda' let them niggas burn
That's some real ass shit
I gave my everything to niggas'
And got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on
Never got my turn
Took two years off and said
"fuck it I gotta' learn"
Sometimes I wonder why I
Was even fuckin' concerned
And that's some real ass shit
(that's some real ass shit)
I pulled niggas' out the fire
Gave 'em shit they couldn't earn
Buncha' shit they ain't deserve
I shoulda' let them niggas' burn
That's some real ass shit
(that's some real ass shit)
I gave my everything to niggas'
And got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on
Never got my turn that's some real ass shit
I gave my everything to niggas'
And got nothing in return
But some suckas' gotta' drown
Bustas' gotta' burn (real ass shit)
Ooh i ain't the king, nigga' how is that?
Niggas' threw dirt on me
I brought 'em flowers back
You took the easy way out
I took the hard walk
You gotta' take the long road
To listen to God talk
Both of my brothers in prison
I seen my mother cryin'
Puff said this path get dark
That nigga' wasn't lying
Govern my mind and my body, my soul
My metaphysics
I've transcended dimensions niggas have
Yet to visit
Yes, it's vivid, my essence exquisite
No pressure, precious exhibit's, eclectic
Prolific my sonic aesthetic is different
Your prior work is fireworks
When you ain't shining, the thrill is gone
That's how it works
Everybody lookin' up at the sky
For God to work
Well I was made in the image of God
It gotta work
Let me guess, you get the work for cheap
Supply the work
Bitch I research, I cross-reference
Apply the work
I got the spirit of a hurricane victim
This outta' work
When that flood water up to you neck
It's knowledge first
We gon' see how your mind, your soul
Your chakras work
When the whole world flooded
The fuck is dollar worth?
Niggas talk all that hype, but I doubt it
Put life inside your body, get life out it
Put love inside your temple and find peace
Well Los, "where you find that knowledge?"
"It found me"
On God, Money, War I prophesied it before
Now I went from your TV
Screen to your front door
You give niggas' your whole soul
And they want more
They ask me why I'm so hardcore
I gave my everything to niggas
And got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on
Never got my turn
Took two years off and said
"fuck it I gotta' learn"
Sometimes I wonder why I
Was even fuckin' concerned
And that's some real ass shit
I pulled niggas out the fire
Gave 'em shit they couldn't earn
Buncha' shit they ain't deserve
I shoulda' let them niggas burn
That's some real ass shit