King Los

"Black Blood"
(feat. Isaiah Rashad & Kent Jamz)

"Black Blood"
(feat. Isaiah Rashad & Kent Jamz)



[Kent Jamz:]
Hands on the table, oooh yeah
You killed my uncle back in '83
Guns on the table, oooh yeah
They killed my daddy back in '93

[Isaiah Rashad:]
I seen too much and I'm just 23
I know some killaz born in '96
I'll take you back, I'll teach you how to swim
I reminisce, I remi-
I reminisce like I was 85
Beyond your dollar sign and your skin
I reminisce, I remi-, I reminisce, I-
I know ya, I know ya hurt
I know ya love me, I know the pain, it breaks my heart
I know you love me, I know you hurt some
I know what love is, I know ya

[Isaiah Rashad & Kent Jamz:]
I know the black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto
Black love, keep the sunshine, on your face, I know
Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto
Black love, black love
Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto (I know)
Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto (I know)
Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto
Black blood (black blood), I know (I know)

[King Los:]
They killed my pop when I was just sixteen (Oh no no)
They took my innocence away from me (No no no)
In my hood I done did some crazy things (Oh no no)
But that's all the shit that made me a king (No no no)
Cause I still see the sun rise, and the moon shine
I look in my son's eyes, and I'm grateful two times
And two types of niggas where I'm from, and they both the same
Know yourself, know the streets, know the game, know the pain
Novocain make me numb, know the chains make me dumb
Chain me to my brother, hate each other 'til we eighty something
Make me run from myself, this like my own flesh
So we on bullshit, just like I'm on jets
Oh yes, time's hard, you all stressed, your mind's gone
Going through a large test, hard-pressed to find God, define God
Look in the mirror, you might find God
Even though we full of sin we full of him, defy odds
My scars match his as long as I've been beat down
I should have nails through my hands and my feet now
He was on the cross said speak, now I'm hearin' you
Saved by the blood, he might leak down a miracle
Gotta be the-

[Isaiah Rashad & Kent Jamz:]
Black blood make the grass grow in the ghetto
Black blood keep the sunshine on your face, I know
Black blood make the grass grow in the ghetto
Black blood, black blood
Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto (I know)
Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto (I know)
Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto
Black blood (black blood), I know (I know)

In the ghetto (Ghetto)
Black blood, make the grass grow
Ohhh, ohhh (Ohhh)
Ohhh, black blood (In the ghetto)
(Ghetto) Black blood, ohhh

Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump

"Blame It On the Money"

"Blame It On the Money"


And we just do what G's do
100 grand when we breeze through
She's the one I throw my cheese to
I watch her break it down, 3 2

1, watch her break it down with two hands on her knees
Drop it to the ground and she dance like a freak
2 to the 3 from the 3 to the 4
Throw it in a circle, show me what you do it for
Blame it on the money, blame it on the money, blame it on the money
Blame it on the money, blame it on the money, blame it on the money
5 bad ass bitches at the crib with my Gs
6 in the morning and they still didn't leave
7 more pulled up, knocking at the door
Throw it in a circle, tell me what you do it for
Blame it on the money, blame it on the money
Blame it on the money, blame it on the money

Get it, she gone off the deep end
She drop it to the ground, make her knees bend
All up in the circle with her freak friends
Dancing while somebody watch their babies for the weekend
It's 2 AM and I'm just stepping in
Bumped into some lesbians and they said let's be friends
Now they knocking at my door screaming let me in
Just like that, went down just like Shaq on ESPN
Plus I brought some cash to throw
Puff went out of town, I used his crib and threw a fashion show
Except we forgot the fashion
And only owe the strippers, nigga bring the money bags in
They twerking in the pool too
Snapchat that motherfucker, upload it to YouTube
I'm a show you who's who
Yeah she do it like a G too, count it down, 3 2

1, watch her break it down with two hands on her knees
Drop it to the ground and she dance like a freak
2 to the 3 from the 3 to the 4
Throw it in a circle, show me what you do it for
Blame it on the money, blame it on the money, blame it on the money
Blame it on the money, blame it on the money, blame it on the money
5 bad ass bitches at the crib with my Gs
6 in the morning and they still didn't leave
7 more pulled up, knocking at the door
Throw it in a circle, tell me what you do it for
Blame it on the money, blame it on the money
Blame it on the money, blame it on the money

Pillowtops on them cheeks
Right back to the chill spot with the freaks
She work out, had the I'll thighs with the cheeks
Dancing like she finna do some real squats on the D
Hold up, I told her money just a word to me
She said she a waitress, well I like that pussy served to me
And if the homies get a word to me
I bus to A-Town, that mean I call and get the birds to me
She walking like that pussy good to go
She get up in my sheets and she might be a centerfold
I told her dip it low, go and get that dinner roll
I got a whole squad, finna go 3 2

1, watch her break it down with two hands on her knees
Drop it to the ground and she dance like a freak
2 to the 3 from the 3 to the 4
Throw it in a circle, show me what you do it for
Blame it on the money, blame it on the money, blame it on the money
Blame it on the money, blame it on the money, blame it on the money
5 bad ass bitches at the crib with my Gs
6 in the morning and they still didn't leave
7 more pulled up, knocking at the door
Throw it in a circle, tell me what you do it for
Blame it on the money, blame it on the money
Blame it on the money, blame it on the money

"Bonnie & Clyde"
(performed with Lola Monroe)

"Bonnie & Clyde"
(performed with Lola Monroe)



[Hook: Los]
Whole bunch of money in a duffle bag (duffle bag)
Ridin' on you niggas for the love of cash (love of cash)
Double barrel shotty, she a bad bitch (bad bitch)
Wala, what we got is magic (go)
Shorty said you know I'm down to ride like (go)
Damn baby, you the Bonnie to my Clyde like (go)
We be on it, we be on it all night (go)
Just fuck em baby, when we see em on site

[Verse 1: Los]
How you bitches actin booje in a Honda
My boobie and cabana havin sushi in katana
Makin movies come home and play jacuzzi's
And designer loubis and a two piece blowin doobies
In a sauna
Lemon mirange guts chrome doomies on the Chevy
Lemon head rollie stones fruity in the beze
Two nickel plated dese's (desert eagles)
Call them bitches lezi's (lesbians)
When they lick and then they bust
And leave all you pussys messy (go)
Flyer than a helicopter propeller
We spinnin, takin off
Niggas hatin, bitches jealous
We winning, go take a loss
They just soft, made my way that make me boss
My bitch so made, I'm just so paid
I just don't wait, I [?] go off
I'm just like fuck em, fuck em
She said let's match and we riding
I said we catch em and clashing
After we blast em we sliding
Ain't no actual problems
No need to ask if I got em
Just book the flight after the heist
Bury the cash on the island
And we out

[Hook: Los]
Whole bunch of money in a duffle bag (duffle bag)
Ridin' on you niggas for the love of cash (love of cash)
Double barrel shotty, she a bad bitch (bad bitch)
Wala, what we got is magic (go)
Shorty said you know I'm down to ride like (go)
Damn baby, you the Bonnie to my Clyde like (go)
We be on it, we be on it all night (go)
Just fuck em baby, when we see em on site

[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]
Deuce, deuce with the damier grip (work)
And I keep a spare clip behind the hair clip (woah)
Leave your shit bare somewhere where there's bears shit
I was born on Halloween and you'd be on that scared shit (uh)
When you see him you gon see me too
That's off GP that's how a bitch from D.C. do (work)
Still fuck with that deniro like a peshy fan (fan)
Ain't too much change like a Pepsi can (can)
I get the drop on a bitch from my right hand (uh)
And put dots on the shit like a Sprite can (work)
Why you copin lamb bags I'm in a white lamb
Settle down my bezel loud, it's a hypeman (uh)
Serve these bitches like Serena not a rookie
Make these bitches hate a nickel play a nina by the pussy (yeah)
Bonnie and Clyde nigga stop that (stop that)
Feel like you bumpin j and foxy in a box hat (uh)

[Hook: Los]
Whole bunch of money in a duffle bag (duffle bag)
Ridin' on you niggas for the love of cash (love of cash)
Double barrel shotty, she a bad bitch (bad bitch)
Wala, what we got is magic (go)
Shorty said you know I'm down to ride like (go)
Damn baby, you the Bonnie to my Clyde like (go)
We be on it, we be on it all night (go)
Just fuck em baby, when we see em on site

"Boom Boom"

"Boom Boom"


Umm, ok I roll up on a rapper and I smoke em' like Swisher
Leave me with your bitch and I'm gonna stroke her like I'm Fisher
Let her the ride wheel, I'll send you her back to you in splinters
Pincher, cut her off like Sprint
After that I'm running to the money like a sprinter
I don't know want your honey cause she don't give me no dentures
I lash out and put her ass out in the Winter
I'm bias because I'm a buyer and your a renter
Damn, niggas still don't get the picture
I'm significant because I'm signature
You better look me up and read some literature
About me, Doubt me?, How D You?
N B can you be see you?
Can't see me, but I see you
Why be you?, When I be you, I shit that you can't get, because I be too fly
Swagger be too high, Daiquiri Coupe ride, Whip cream seats, Whip cream seats
Got a girl named Cherry, met her on a Monday
Said she got girl, named sprinkles and one day
We could all hook up, have a little fun day
Call a nigga up and we did it on a Sunday
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday
I got the old school sittin' on them Lindsay
Lohan's and you better believe it
The tires so skinny, that they look they Bulimic
You say that your I'll, but when I'm in the building ya'll niggas don't seem sick
Bet I fucked this shit up, I mean cut this bitch up just like a Seamstress
Or OJ with a knife, say guys who the best rapper a-live?
They lied, they ain't nowhere near me
I'm a monster, monsters don't scare me
Seri-al Killer, Stere-o Murderer, Scenari-o changer
Danger, Everything I spit comes from the pain
I, feel nigga, that's real nigga
Put this on the list, with the shit that I ripped
And I kill nigga, you I'll nigga?
Damn Los, you still ain't got any deal nigga?
I guess these A&R's is lazy
Nobody say bars is crazy
Maybe they too busy applauding Jay-Z for killing the Auto-Tune
I rebuild with all the gloom
Maybe he'll look up and see that I'm illest artist soon
I feel the hardest, I'm still the smartest, I'm still the dopest
If I feel it, wrote it, I kill it, smoke it nigga, I'm focused
If I ain't better than Jay, than I'm the closest
How the whole world don't know who Los is?
Look, I said Louis sneakers, fly jeans and a fucking nice shirt
Rest In Peace to this beat, I killed it boy this light work, uh

"Born A King"

"Born A King"


Everything I do is king shit
HotNewHipHop
Los

Came in the game unclaimed by a DJ
Mind of a hustler, I was trained in the PJ's
My niggas untamed put that pot over the flame
Whip it, flip it to a range
Switch lanes on the freeway
Lambo, man I want that Lambo, drop top
Steppin' on you squares I gotcha number, hopscotch
My block spot you squares roll up on your crew tonight
Fuck your circle, we make squares roll like we shootin' dice
We too precise when we get to clappin' them gauges
You will never leave here like that shit that happens in Vegas
I get to swaggin on haters, grippin asses in flavors
If these niggas gettin' chips, than my shit's a sack of potatoes
I'm steady by myself
Everybody wanna be one nigga
But one nigga wanna be everybody else
But fuck em
Prison guards couldn't move these bars
I'm so hot, set me on fire, it'll cool me off
Truly dog, my bitch bad and my ride clean
I mean clearly I ball, Visine
Your rhyme schemes weak and you lack structure
I'm out in SoHo, rare polo, black chuckers
Gold chains, watches range the whole 9
Boy they call me mop and glow the way my flow shine
Whole time I been studying the puns
The Cannabis', the Nas', Jay-Z's, the Run's
The Biggie's, the Pac's, the firm with Fox
The old school Puff Daddy's, the Twista's, The LOX
The Busta's, the Big L's, the Big Daddy Kane
Slick Rick, the eyepatch, the big nasty chain
All the to the LL's even to the Eminem's
Back when Junior Mafia had littles C's and Kim and them
I remember when rap was real, now it lack heart
I'm talkin' bout the Kanye's, the Common's, the Black Thoughts
Get rich or die trying, nigga that's the plan
But even 50 Cent was grindin, bumpin Method Man
Cash rules everything around me (C.R.E.A.M.), blast tools
Down to my last, make rounds till past dues
Even do Wiz, he like a cool little Hendrix
From Q to 112, to School Boy and Kendrick
From Wale Folarin, to Wyclef and Lauren
Had a Walter Payton flow, I was side steppin' on em
I got a skill set, you can't acquire these
I done slept in a slaughter house with the Kweli's
And I go hard with it too
I leave the new school and learn to spar with the Wu
The Rakim, the Kool G Rap's, you know The Blueprint
Stomp a nigga out and leave KRS shoeprint
Fuck that shit, new bent, rollin' on some 20′s
Cause these ratchet bitches love to hear me talk about this money
How I'm doggin' out these hunnies
Louis, Gucci, Fendi
If they ain't trappin' or bangin'
Man these dudes is gettin' trendy
I'm the nicest on the scene, flow priceless and it's mean
Bars dirty like I'm doing life on Rikers with the fiends
Every fiber of my being, every organ inside my entire body
Probably from my mind to my spleen
Is in line with my dream, inclined and it's keen
To define what I mean, it's divine like a beam
When it shine and it gleam
From your time at the bottom to the climb that it bring
I was designed as a king

"Bumpin My Music"

"Bumpin My Music"


Welcome To Swaggsville baby
Welcome To Swaggsville nigga
Yeah

Okay we know your a hater, you don't still have to grill
Cause I peel back my top and my grill match my wheels
And my wheels match my watch, this how real swagger feel
You ain't I'll, stackin bills, talking about you movin' bricks
And you still cappin' pills, motherfucker get a grip
Cause we will grab the wheel, we some riders motherfucker
And Welcome To Swaggaville, ain't a hotter motherfucker
Call my nigga Dre and tell him come and holla motherfucker
Yeah I got it motherfucker, check my technique out
You can get hit with this Tech, it ain't that technique oww
And you wonder why these mothafuckas sweat me now
God told me I was fly and never let me down
In that candy apple Chevy, Laker court yellow guts
I'm special, I should ride a short yellow bus
You know the way I play
I chop the top off that motherfucker, faster than Carmelo and A.I braids
I'm a stay fly, paid cause I'm super extra groovy
And I keep a model bitch that scoop and chill in that jacuzzi
While I'm Bumpin' My Music, I meant that literal
Bumpin' My Music, these nigga's pitiful
I'm critical, I better not hear a cricket or a cricket move
I spit this sickest shit, way too ridiculous to ridicule
Get a few sips of brew, slip into a chick or two
And jump off of my dick and maybe you can get some figures too
On on yeah, I'm clinically insane
I take this music and use it as my remedy for pain
If they want a lyrical war well then no enemies remain
It'll be result of a Volkswagen when it meet a train
If you tender leave the game, we goin hard in the paint
Stop making being a little bitch your job if it ain't
Cause when my squad in the tank
You gon be playing dead like Mr. Potato Head with all these arms in your face
Ewwww, ain't nobody better than me and that's realll
And that ain't even me being cocky either nigga, that's skilll
I met your bitch at Vicky's Secret
And she said if I can keep a secret maybe we can chillll
I said, oh baby that's the deal just make your Vicky's match your heels
And bitch Welcome To Swaggaville
Haha, you already know what it is man, we goin in man
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
I said I'm Bumpin My Music

"Burn Slow"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

"Burn Slow"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)



[Los:]
Let the past burn like the ash burn
I remember last time they said this was my last term
But paths turn and directions changed
And we know respect has changed and perspectives changed
Some niggas respect the game, some niggas neglect the changes
Fuck it, I accept the blame
I feel it's foolish to lecture lames
So those of you that chose to have goals just perfect your aim
For all the shit that we was never told
We probably poor cause they said good names was better than gold
And I'm willing to bet it in gold
That I'll never change for all the chains embedded in gold
She felt that any type of warmth was better than cold
Cause nowadays just being comfortable is better than growth
I mean who gets who better than Los
But those who yet to succeed feel they better than most
It's like they disagree with history
Let's pretend this is isn't me and just agree to disagree
They dissin' me, I distance me
Persistently consistently
Assisted by the shit in the swisher
Nigga watch it...

[Mickey Shiloh & Los:]
Burn slow, burn slow
And when you burn it baby, burn it baby, burn slow

I hope all your grindin' pay off and turn to dough
I hope your niggas never snitch and turn to po'
I hope your biches is faithful and never turn to hoes
I hope when you roll that shit and light it's burning slow
Cause when it's burning baby, when it's burning baby, burn slow

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Take a look at me, you gone fuck around and see success
Admire how I dress, know I'm smoking on the best
On my way up, got my cake up
I remember them long night I had to stay up
In the chronic, I was just hustling
A young nigga out here tryna make something from nothing
Nothing is was niggas gave us so I put both of my chucks in
Making sure promoters pay us, making sure labels gon' slave us
Now my merch fill up trucks, Perrier-Jouët fill our cups
I hear 'em talk but they don't walk, they're haters, they don't want what
I'm from a place where paper talk so you should shut the fuck up
Pounds I blow those, real niggas I know those
We ain't cut across no roads me and my niggas...

[Hook - Mickey Shiloh & Los:]
Burn slow, burn slow
And when you burn it baby, burn it baby, burn slow

I hope all your grindin' pay off and turn to dough
I hope your niggas never snitch and turn to po'
I hope your biches is faithful and never turn to hoes
I hope when you roll that shit and light it's burning slow
Cause when it's burning baby, when it's burning baby, burn slow

[Los:]
Y'all niggas running in places, I'm running the place
I question some of your greatness, I summons the greats
Must I include that I conclude what you come to debate?
Cause you come to degrade, but you never come to the bank
You find comfort in rink, I'll find you, and come for your rank
Like how the fuck you play tough but don't come to the paint
I ain't brushin' niggas off, I'm comin' to paint
Just tryna double my cup and lean niggas like cups full of drank
Drink it, slowly homie, don't OD like an OG told me
My Rollie was forty, Bodie you don't know me, I roll with rollers and riders
Riders, yeah, we 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah
And by the year, 2013 I got a lot to hear, it's a lot of scared
Niggas cause they dealin' with they feelings, but they dealin' with a villain
I'm a kill 'em cause they chillin' and I never get no sleep nigga
If it ever gets so deep nigga, I'm a never get to know these niggas
Know me nigga, I'm dope like a whole key nigga, you a ho not a homie nigga
You bitch niggas can't hold me nigga, so it's back to old me nigga
King...

[Hook - Mickey Shiloh & Los:]
Burn slow, burn slow
And when you burn it baby, burn it baby, burn slow

I hope all your grindin' pay off and turn to dough
I hope your niggas never snitch and turn to po'
I hope your biches is faithful and never turn to hoes
I hope when you roll that shit and light it's burning slow
Cause when it's burning baby, when it's burning baby, burn slow

"But You Playin"
(feat. Mario & Lola Monroe)

"But You Playin"
(feat. Mario & Lola Monroe)



[King Los:]
Hey, what up?
Watchu into?
True, True
We-well you know I was trynna see you
Oh alright, you goin out witcha home girls
No doubt, I can dig it

[Mario:]
This could be us but you playin
This could be us but you playin
This could be us but you playin

[Lola Monroe:]
I still been drinkin the on low, hustling on the low
Acting on the low, catch a flight, fly back, I'm on the go
I be in for the check like nike I.d
How I dance around the border shit I might be ali
Likely I be out of reach of rookies
Need v.I.p suites and a beach to put me
Funny thinking that a speech can hook me
Rather count a million while you eat my pussy
(Queen) I handle these bitches
Being Mary Jane ass Scandalous bitches
Drop bands on these niggas
Tell em rub this pussy, I'll grant em three wishes
Big mamas, skip drama, get commas, grip lamas
In my right hand, only day ones never one night stands
I'm put the ice band on your gold rollie
This could be us by you lyin like you don't know me
And you won't know me, if you keep on
Keep doing, your own shit, grown shit
Sincerely yours, the wrong bitch
To sleep on

[Mario:]
This could be us but you playin

[King Los:]
So you goin to the club tonight?, or nahh?

"Can't Fade Us"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

"Can't Fade Us"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)



[King Los:]
King
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[King Los (Ty Dolla Sign):]
We ain't trippin' cause them lames (can't fade us)
Mind your business, get your change (can't fade us)
(Nah, nah, they can't fade us
You can't fade us)

[King Los:]
Hold up, um, I whip a two to an eighth
I fuck the one not the two, stick a few in the safe
I'm slippin' through the Wraith
Can't get this shoe in a states
Nigga, you're in the way, your bitch a two in the face
I rock yellow gold, fuck hella hoes
Rock Maison Martin Margiela clothes
I tell a ho like I'm sellin' O's
Look, once I bag it I let it go
I floss up with the top off, I boss up like the top office
This bitch hop off of ya knockoffs
We make movies, no box office
I slide off with a brunette, wake up with a few blondes
My hoes do Louboutins, your hoes do futons
Ride with no roof on
If I hit, my man hit like we buy hoes on Groupons
Let me fuck you to my new song

[Ty Dolla Sign:]
I'm a beat it 'til I break it, beat it 'til I break it, woah ('til I break it)
If that thing fat, go on, shake it ho (go on, shake it ho)
Beat it 'til I break it, beat it 'til I break it, woah ('til I break it)
If that thing fat, go on, shake it ho

[King Los and Ty Dolla Sign:]
We ain't trippin' cause them lames (can't fade us)
Mind your business, get your change, can't fade us
Nah, nah, they can't fade us
You can't fade us

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
They can't fade us, can't fade us

[King Los:]
I don't scoop a hoochie, unless she got a floosie with' her too
They'll Daffy Ducky you to come and get Goofy with the crew
Naw, my shoe ain't Gucci, but I'm Gucci with the shoe
Yeah, there's bodies in my trunk and my roof be in it too
I got nine hustles I'm tryin' to juggle to make the profit double
You try to jungle, I'll hit your head, do my time humble
Squad tight, they talk white like Bryant Gumbel
Count the money, no time to duffle
I paper bag it, drop the top, I paper tag it
Got a new Glock and I'm laser taggin'
I made it happen like two blondes, woke up with a brunette
My favorite things; new shoes, new sex, new checks
We all got on V-necks, but you should do the crew next
Ooh, yes, give me head first like a suplex
Cause I just wanna

[Ty Dolla Sign:]
I'm a beat it 'til I break it, beat it 'til I break it, woah ('til I break it)
If that thing fat, go on, shake it ho (go on shake it)
Beat it 'til I break it, beat it 'til I break it, woah ('til I break it)
If that thing fat, go on, shake it ho
We ain't trippin' cause them lames (can't fades us)
Mind your business, get your change (can't fades us)
Nah, nah, they can't fade us, you ca'n fade us
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
They can't fade us, can't fade us (oh yeah)
Yeah, yeah

Beat it 'til I break it, beat it 'til I break it, woah ('til I break it)
If that thing fat, go on, shake it ho (go on, shake it ho)
You ain't camera shy, take a picture, trick (take a picture, trick)
I'm just tryin' to come through a visit when you ain't busy
You got your homegirls, I got my homeboys with' me
We them boys from the city, yeah, I run my city
And when I come to your hood, I got some real ones with me
Yeah, I've been grindin' all day and night
Tryin' to make sure I get it right (oh yeah)
Get her tight, make it go "good night"
Eh, put her out, candle light
Can't fade us... can't fade us
Nah, nah they can't fade us
Can't fade us

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
They can't fade us, can't fade us (oh yeah)
Yeah yeah
I'm a beat it 'til I break it, beat it 'til I break it, woah ('til I break it)
If that thing fat, go on, shake it ho (go on, shake it ho)
Beat it 'til I break it, beat it 'til I break it, woah ('til I break it)
If that thing fat, go on, shake it ho
We ain't trippin' cause them lames
Mind your business, get your change