King Los

[fox69]

"Dont Shoot Me Down"

"Dont Shoot Me Down"


[Verse 1: Los]
They watch me, they trace me, copy
They plottin' to make me sloppy
They hate that they could not stop me
But not me, they rotten
How could they knock me?
I ain't too cocky, I'm confident
I need no compliment for my accomplishments
No sponsorships, you start some shit
I flush it, I blush in the face of danger
I smile in the face of anger
How ya dern, I have earned
Something that they can't take away but they would rather shoot you down
Like Tyra Banks
And how you learn the fires burn inside my soul and I am so
Much better than these rappers and now you know cause valuable
Is only valued to he who values it
So now you sit you ass down and see if you amount to it or counterfeit
You sound a bit astounded by the sound of it
It's so deep that you could drown and then get found in it
Floatin' lifeless, Los the nicest
And I could bring you back with spoken righteous flows that's priceless
You see me hurtin' but you never see my cryin'
Just do me a favor when you see me flyin'
Don't shoot me down

[Hook: Los]
Please don't shoot me down
Cause I'm flying
(On G5.2)
I'm flyin'
(On G5.2)
I'm higher
(Then I ever been, how 'bout you?)
Please don't shoot me down
Cause I'm flying
(On G5.2)
I'm higher
(Than I ever been, how 'bout you?)

[Verse 2: Los]
It's only right that I only write about what's only right
Tie my left behind my back fight you with only rights
You still get left behind my back cause I don't just write
My flows ambidex-tree-ous (ambidextrous), you see how you get left, right?
Take a southpaw he write with his left, right?
But right or left we all read from the left, right?
So I just laugh when MCs say "Let's write."
I say "I'd rather left, " they say, "Is that right?"
Yo, why when you come from left they call it weirdness
I'm goin' confuse a lot of mother fuckers when they hear this
Cause this is genius, your genes is nowhere near this
This is a lyrical scientific experiment
By a rapper who's fresh as a stick of spearmint
I come with flows the pierce your flesh and hit your spirit
And freeze your soul, no rapper cold as the kid
My whole verse just went over your head
So don't shoot me down

[Hook: Los]
Please don't shoot me down
Cause I'm flying
(On G5.2)
I'm flyin'
(On G5.2)
I'm higher
(Then I ever been, how 'bout you?)
Please don't shoot me down
(Don't shoot me down baby)
Cause I'm flying
(My swag on a billion and three)
I'm higher
(Ya dig)

 

[fox69]

"Dope"
(feat. Pusha T, Yo Gotti)

"Dope"
(feat. Pusha T, Yo Gotti)



[Los:]
To celebrate my new haters
I just bring a new whip out
End up fuckin' your main girl
Then park this shit at your bitch house
Paid 100K for my necklace
They wanna bring 100 Ks to my crib
Nigga, it's 100 ways to get got
Then make you pay 100K for your kid
Have him at the crack house with the dope fiends
The dim lights and the smokescreens
Let him smell the aroma from a coke coma
If you listen close, you'll hear souls scream
From the block, chillin' with the shooters
That was in a pot, tryna whip up future
My dogs scrape the walls of that Pyrex
As I thank the Lord for my progress

Cause all my chains is gold
Man, my rings and Rollies is gold
All my dames is "go"
Ballin' like I'm slangin' that dope
I got that dope, got that, got that dope
Got that, got that dope
I got that dope, got that, got that dope
Got that, got that dope
Screaming: "I can't fuck no broke bitch"
I smoke that West Coast shit
Rollin' with my top down
Cause I be on that dope shit
I got that dope, got that, got that dope
Got that, got that dope
I got that dope, got that, got that dope
Got that, got that dope

[Pusha T:]
King Los with the kingpin
King Push, you'd better king him
King's ransom for a kilo
Took mine and built a kingdom
Open doors for overlords
Overdo it, overboard
This Coupe causin' you pain, nigga
Peel the top back like an open sore
My niggas is caged in, I tell 'em be patient
'Raris we racin' - nights at the Day's Inn
Paid off - they comin' home made men
New gods, in the new Auds, we lose y'all
You a Dodge, nigga, like the new charge
This dope money, we can prove ours

[Los:]
Cause all my chains is gold
Man, my rings and Rollies is gold
All my dames is "go"
Ballin' like I'm slangin' that dope
I got that dope, got that, got that dope
Got that, got that dope
I got that dope, got that, got that dope
Got that, got that dope
Screaming: "I can't fuck no broke bitch"
I smoke that West Coast shit
Rollin' with my top down
Cause I be on that dope shit
I got that dope, got that, got that dope
Got that, got that dope
I got that dope, got that, got that dope
Got that, got that dope

[Yo Gotti:]
I need a celebrity bitch
So I can be a groupie nigga
Ten million dollars, but I'm still in the streets
So they're saying I'm a stupid nigga
I might be, but then again I might not
I can show you how to make 8 bands off a pound of kush
And 35 off a white block
I can show you how to drop the top on a Phantom
Show you how to unload that hammer
When I say "cocaine," mercy, my nigga
Add that architect to my drama [?]
Say my words slurred, I got birds
They sip syrup, she got curves
Got kicked out the house, gettin' up on my nerves
Plus she head I'm fuckin' with that dope...

[Los:]
Cause all my chains is gold
Man, my rings and Rollies is gold
All my dames is "go"
Ballin' like I'm slangin' that dope
I got that dope, got that, got that dope
Got that, got that dope
I got that dope, got that, got that dope
Got that, got that dope
Screaming: "I can't fuck no broke bitch"
I smoke that West Coast shit
Rollin' with my top down
Cause I be on that dope shit
I got that dope, got that, got that dope
Got that, got that dope
I got that dope, got that, got that dope
Got that, got that dope

 

[fox69]

"Dope-Dick"

"Dope-Dick"


[Hook: Los]
See me out in public start screamin like "Oh, shit!"
Dancin in the pussy, she be fiendin for my ocean
I said no miss, this that Zero shit
I just break it down, then I beat 'em with the dope dick
Beat em with the dope, beat em-beat em with the dope dick
Beat em with the dope, beat em-beat em with the dope dick
When a Ace on the table, then the Joker get his Queen took
I beat her with the dope dick and leave her with the fiend look

[Verse 1: Los]
Okay, dick game dangerous – might not make it out safe
He can make your bed rock, but I can make your house shake
I beat it like a good lawyer on a court case
Strawberry whip cream, your man just short cake
Heh heh, fly boy back in the fact
I kiss your neck and your back, then the back of your neck
While I back that ass down like Shaq in the paint
I make your knees weak, you try to throw it back but you can't
I strike you on your rear, bite you on your ear
Say "I love this pussy", tell you what you like to hear
She gettin so wet now, I think she finnta drown me
She creamin, but cash rules everything around me
Runnin from me, make me chase it down like a bounty
Hunter, make me wanna come and hunt it like a bear
I'm a lion, no lyin' while she lyin' there bare
Jump up on her, now we at it like a lion and a bear
Yeah, I love it when she paint her toes up
Break it down, impound it, now she need a tow truck
I'm movin weight girl, this thing like a whole brick
And don't be shy baby, you can bring your hoe click

[Hook: Los]
I beat em with the dope, beat em-beat em with the dope dick
Beat em with the dope, beat em-beat em with the dope dick
When a Ace on the table, then the Joker get his Queen took
I beat her with the dope dick and leave her with the fiend look

 

[fox69]

"Dueces"

"Dueces"


[Verse 1: Los]
Came up from the bottom it ain't nothin' bout my hood sweet
You can stop this ballin' darlin' hope you got some good seats
They be on they bullshit, so I be on my cold shit
I live it up and you ain't slick enough to fuck my old bitch
Haters should salute Los I made it through the loop holes
Looked off by all of you folks but still took off like Badu's clothes
Never lost my cool though, I stack every dollar up
Pull that cherry impala up with my burberry collar up
Lost my pops, lost my cause, lost my deal, lost my mind
I lost marty, he lost his girl, God damn I jus feel lost sometime
Everything that challenge me in some weird way jus balance me
Going through the trenches, I'll show you who your friends is

[Hook: Los & Chris Notez]
Niggas ain't real and bitches be a nuisance
And I don't give em time I jus give em dueces
And I'm rollin with my top down on them haters (dueces)
Pockets full of paper (dueces)
I don't see these niggas I just, I just see em later
Niggas ain't real and bitches me a nuisance
And I don't give em money I just give em dueces
And I'm rollin with my top down on them haters (dueces)
Pockets full of paper (dueces)
I don't see these niggas I just, I just see you later

[Verse 2: Los]
No matter how they view a nigga they gon see my cool side
I ain't trippin my shoes tied, catcha nigga pool side
Better check my resume the homies that I move with
Push a lot of eight balls and never touched a pool stick
Better keep your new chick on a chain and muzzeled up
We walk up in that club I bet them bitches gon' huddle up
Come up with a game plan to be around this fame damn
Now she tellin stories about how she got a lame man
My circle never penetrated, swagga never been de-faded
Niggas get intimidated, bitches get eliminated
I ain't got no problem long as figures gettin genrated
Rumors don't offend me homie can't you see I'm finna make it
Wishin well of wisdom I could take you through the drought
If you gps success it prolly take you to my house
Yea, better learn my swagga everything about me live
Haters suck a dick and die, dueces bitch I'm outty 5

[Hook: Los & Chris Notez]
Niggas ain't real and bitches be a nuisance
And I don't give em time I jus give em dueces
And I'm rollin with my top down on them haters (dueces)
Pockets full of paper (dueces)
I don't see these niggas I just, I just see em later
Niggas ain't real and bitches me a nuisance
And I don't give em money I just give em dueces
And I'm rollin with my top down on them haters (dueces)
Pockets full of paper (dueces)
I don't see these niggas I just, I just see you later

 

[fox69]

"Everybody Aint Kings"
(feat. Kobe, Devin Cruise)

"Everybody Aint Kings"
(feat. Kobe, Devin Cruise)



[Kobe:]
Y'all niggas gonna see, y'all niggas gonna see
I kept shit street, ain't nothing to a G
Niggas faked on me, still letting niggas eat
We don't do the same things, everybody ain't kings
Bow down kiss the ring
Fuck nigga, bow down kiss the ring
Cause everybody ain't kings
Y'all ain't fuckin with me, y'all ain't fuckin with me
Everybody ain't kings
Y'all niggas gonna see, y'all niggas gonna see
You ain't fuckin with me, you ain't fuckin with me
You ain't fuckin with me
Bow down kiss the ring
Fuck nigga, bow down kiss the ring
Cause everybody ain't kings

[Los:]
Ugh, I'm Baltimore city in the flesh
40 thousand dollar rolly while I'm sittin in the jet
Thinking damn, I was just a lil nigga in the 'jects
Man they checkin like Beckham cause I kick it with the best
I'm a mess, I could cop it soft, whip it with the left
How you want it nigga, we could front it, bitch we did it best
I'm a rider, I just gotta say this shit, it's on my chest
You ain't living what I'm living man, it's different when we flex
When we flex, you don't get a rest, we don't get impressed
You don't get a chance to talk about it, you don't get it yet
It's a bet, I be bossin', flossin' in Cali, in Gucci, I'm awesome
Often in valley, tell em ship em off to the loft in the valley
We used to pitch raw duck laws in the alley
Now we big boy watchin', big boy's watchin'
Droppin' chips, calling coppin' whips toy shoppin'
Pacquiáo flexin' like its roids we poppin
It's the undefeated Roy, this is Floyd meets Hopkins
Hoppin' out on me, I'm like boy what's poppin'
This is prophecy, properly destroy these mockery's
Moppin' up the floor with these boys, whose stopping me
You need more options I squeeze on niggas
You gon' need more doctors to bring more oxygen
B'more quite and keep on watchin' em

[Kobe:]
Y'all niggas gonna see, y'all niggas gonna see
I kept shit street, ain't nothing to a G
Niggas faked on me, still letting niggas eat
We don't do the same things, everybody ain't kings
Bow down kiss the ring
Fuck nigga, bow down kiss the ring
Cause everybody ain't kings
Y'all ain't fuckin with me, y'all ain't fuckin with me
Everybody ain't kings
Y'all niggas gonna see, y'all niggas gonna see
You ain't fuckin with me, you ain't fuckin with me
You ain't fuckin with me
Bow down kiss the ring
Fuck nigga, bow down kiss the ring
Cause everybody ain't kings

[Los:]
Ugh, diamond bezel on the rose gold Aude
Fish bowl lenses on the all gold Carty's
Got a hood rat in Harlem and a SoHo Barbie
They love to blow dro in a ocho gnarly
Known to go hard when my foes go hardly
Pull up to the party on a rose gold Harley
Soldier and I'm slim bitch slow-mo for me
Pack a four four to keep a bozo off me
Coffee, couldn't wake these boys up
I'm creative but I couldn't make these stories up
Niggas destroyed, they be on the decoy stuff
Heard your baby mama charge a little fee for a fuck
She a flea, you a mutt, I'm a big dog baby
I'm the reason a lot niggas getting pissed off lately
Pull up in a drop top with a thick dark baby
I've been ballin' ten years, I'm a crystal baby
I've been getting it, where were you
My theory is Theraflu, clearly I bury you
When you hear me, it worry you
Never you ran with the werewolves
I wear wolf, man look
There ain't even shit to compare me too
You barley knew that I was barely new and I'm really not
I rarely do what niggas really do and you really not
Trying to understand one funny little thing
I got four words formed for the twenty fourteen

[Kobe:]
Y'all niggas gonna see, y'all niggas gonna see
I kept shit street, ain't nothing to a G
Niggas faked on me, still letting niggas eat
We don't do the same things, everybody ain't kings
Bow down kiss the ring
Fuck nigga, bow down kiss the ring
Cause everybody ain't kings
Y'all ain't fuckin with me, y'all ain't fuckin with me
Everybody ain't kings
Y'all niggas gonna see, y'all niggas gonna see
You ain't fuckin with me, you ain't fuckin with me
You ain't fuckin with me
Bow down kiss the ring
Fuck nigga, bow down kiss the ring
Cause everybody ain't kings

[Los:]
Ugh, you now rockin' with a West side nigga
I'm just tryna do it big like the best out nigga
Remember big homie copped the S5 nigga
Never imagined I'd be on private jets my nigga
I was down, bad, stressed my nigga, real shit
I was stuck up in the [?] my nigga
Looking for any momentum I could catch my nigga
But every moment realizing that I'm blessed my nigga
Why am I so surrounded by death my nigga
Why the fuck the feds have to catch my nigga
But it triggered, something bigger inside of me
Every time these wicked niggas done lied to me
Like I ain't the lottery ticket nigga obviously
I'm the nigga that struggled and hustled and doubled his shit
Until he could get into the mother fuckin driver seat
And now I'm ridin', I dare a nigga collide with me, ugh
I'm climbin peaks, you climb and peek, I'm classic
I'm classified to climb a peak, the points I passed is past the point
The pastor pointed out I'm past the point of rhyming deep
Even options is obsolete and obstacles ain't even
So ours ain't stopping me, this is prophecy
And I ain't talking lifestyles of the rich and famous
When I say these niggas Robin Leach, ugh
I strive to teach, they fail to learn, stomp through hell, the frail gon' burn
Apply your skill, the fire's real, niggas will let it ring like a fire drill
In church last Sunday and I can hear the choir still
In my head while I'm lying still, but fuck lying still
These niggas lie and steal, actin' like this what I ain't build
But my reply is still

[Devin Cruise:]
Now who gon' hold ya down, yeah
Who gon' hold ya down
If I leave right now, right now
Yeah, yeah, yeah who gon' hold it down
You know I hold it down
Who else gon' roll around
Top down, rep the town, hold it down
So treat me like a fuckin king in this bitch
Tell me I'm the king of this shit
Who else gon' roll around
Top down, rep the town, hold it down
Treat me like a fuckin king in this bitch
Tell me I'm the king of this shit
Treat me like a fuckin king in this bitch
Tell me I'm the king of this shit

[Muhammad Ali:]
I'm experienced now, professional
Jaws been broke, been lost, knocked down a couple of times, I'm bad
Been chopping trees
I done something new for this fight
I done wrestled with an alligator
That's right, I have wrestled with an alligator
I done tussled with a whale
I done handcuffed lightning, thrown thunder in jail, that's bad
Only last week, I murdered a rock, injured a stone, hospitalized a brick
I'm so mean I make medicine sick
Bad dude
Bad, fast, fast, fast
Last night I cut the light off in my bedroom
Hit the switch and was in the bed before the room was dark
Incredible
I'm a show you how great I am
All you chumps are gonna bow

 

[fox69]

"Exhibit C"

"Exhibit C"


And I could paint the whole world with these words
I speak life like earth, sky, trees, birds
Fly, land, water, dry land, breath, lungs, heart, eyes, hands
Progress comes only from what struggles of
So hold hate back with both arms and juggle love
Legs, feet, hustle to get eggs, eat, say grace, thank God, beg, weep
You could never ignore it nor say you haven't protected me into an exit
I wreck it with the best vivid exquisite, exhibit prerequisites ever recorded
It's clever, adore it, if you possess it, explore it
My predicate's soaring, my metaphor's transforming
It never gets boring, it's boiling over, it's pouring
All over the flow, the goodest mess 'cause I am all over this flow to put it best
If you the best, put your best foot forward this step
No breath so fly when I go by in a robot, could have done copilot
But no, I did Three's Company like Roper, Janet, Jack, Chrissy and Larry
Don't I lay it down and just say fuck it like missionary?
Picture me carry my city over a mountain
I'm long gone like whites only over a fountain
May God's mercy grace me while I write this verse and save me
Every working lady birthing babies due to hurt in Haiti
I'm praying for you with my head down, knees bent
That you keep your head up till you get your needs met
Make every recent cent rebuild, grief sent?
Memory until this is meant to be, we vent
This is big shit baby, every bar tremendous
It'll probably take Cannabis to comprehend this
Hold up, hold up before y'all niggas get fly, I don't mean the rapper
I mean you might have to get high to see the shit I've lived, seen, did
Like my mama who was the youngest of sixteen kids
And at sixteen, I ain't know what a sixteen is
Now I'm like my granddaddy letting sixteens live
Sixteens forever, you will never see my shit fade
I got more sixteens than the tenth grade
My flow intense with no tent made
Find ways to eat like a compass and a switchblade
With no attempt made, I'm still incredible
And I ain't buying your stories, you ain't credible
I came here to take rap back, Re-Po
And this how much I care about these whack cats, zero

 

[fox69]

"Fake Niggas Died"

"Fake Niggas Died"


Uhhhh King
I got some money on me
I got my niggas with me
I got a light skinned bitch that be jiggy with me
I got some pussy with me but I ain't got no pussies with me
And we ballin but ain't no rookies with me
Man I'm in that Martin but ain't no Gina with me
She told me, "Ike this pussy boy bring out that Tina in me"
I said momma I'm the same
She was blinded by the chain
I said I'm I'm a problem I should sign with Diamond Lane
She said oochie oochie wally, I said wally wally bang
Throw my girl an oochie alley
Let her wally it while I bang
Spent some dollars for the chain
Pennys for the rollie
Shit shoulda came with two bitches and a goalie
If she kick with the homies all these bitches fitting to know me
No wonder you be cuffing man these niggas is the police
It's '03, my niggas had blow out like Kobe
It's B-more if these whore get money then show me
King!

28's on the ride
Two bad bitches waiting outside
Big house with the lake on the side
Plus I had a dream all the fake niggas died
All the fake niggas died
Plus I had a dream all the fake niggas died
All the fake niggas died
Plus I had a dream all the fake niggas died
Now what the hell is you looking for?
Can't a young nigga get any money anymore?
Let my mink sag down to the floor
Had me a bad bitch with out no flaws

I got some goons with me, I got ya bitch with me
I got my whole city mobbing got some shit with me
I got my team with me, no they ain't playing with you
They waving arms, ain't doing the Nae Nae with you
I said I'm prolly at the [?]
Prolly having a ball-off
Prolly at the Waldolf
Prolly never fall off
Prolly party with ya bitch
She prolly in my call log
I prolly put the coupe or prolly pile them in the four door
Prolly pop a body like she trying to cock a sawed off
She prolly popped a molly
Man she prolly poppin zolaf
Prolly throw a hundred hundreds on her when I'm faded
I prolly took the roof off the Rari and then I skated

28's on the ride
Two bad bitches waiting outside
Big house with the lake on the side
Plus I had a dream all the fake niggas died
All the fake niggas died
Plus I had a dream all the fake niggas died
All the fake niggas died
Plus I had a dream all the fake niggas died
Now what the hell is you looking for?
Can't a young nigga make any money anymore?
Let my mink sag down to the floor
Had me a bad bitch with out no flaws

 

[fox69]

"Fall For Your Type Remix"

"Fall For Your Type Remix"


Uh... Los... Uh huh.

Baby girl what's this about?
Invite me in and kick me out...
There's better ways to deal with this
Does it offend you that I'm real as shit?
Ain't another dude this tough, you feel me?
I mean who love you like I love you really?
What's up with this distancing?
I don't feel significant
Hold up wait girl, hold just a min
I need this moment just to vent
Incidents I can't control
Came up out, I had to go
You knew I was coming back
You wanted that, I had to grow
Said you could get past my past
So what we movin backwards for?
Who knew it would take this long?
You never mentioned that before
How could you diss me, this me?
Kiss me, dismiss me, just leave?
Bitch we history
Mystery haunts me how you smile
Don't miss me, want me, need me, call me
Deeply heal me, hear me, touch me, see me, feel me
See she guilty, look away
Crooked love, can't look my way
Took a day to write you this
For night you miss in light of this
Cause I made it despite of this
Let's make a night of this
Fire lit, glass of wine, relax your mind, we passin' time
Ashes from the passions of our past just fly
And it's fine
Damn it's time to accept it, I'll never hear your voice again
It's so hard to say goodbye, but that's what turns boys to men
The choice is here
Life never seemed fair
But it bring light to the things never seen there
So atleast for the time that it took
When you climb and you look
You done made it to the clean air
Breathe in, enjoy it, cause some seek joy just to destroy it
Distorted visions don't play back the way they were recorded
Why can't sometimes life be edited, minus all the bullshit
Get a full grip fast forward through the open road
When life push your buttons you don't seem to have remote control
I hope that your soul is safe
I hope all your goals in place
I hope that it goes away and everything just goes your way
I hope when foes oppose you they get stuck with the frozen face
I hope I can motivate somebody to grow today
I hope that you go harder even though things don't go your way
Hold up wait

Even though you broke my heart
I'm still wishing you the best
I'm just gonna play my part
With someone's willin to invest
This has been my blood
This has been my tears
This is been a pain I felt inside my heart for years
I been workin so hard, I know they gotta feel the bars
This ain't about no girl, this 'bout the deal I lost

Yeah, ayo check this out
I like to dedicate this song to
All my failures in life
Everything that I ever endured that just made me stronger
And made me realize that
It's not the end, it's not where it stops
Anybody could do it... Let's go.

 

[fox69]

"Famous"

"Famous"


[Intro: Los]
Eh Lifted I see you baby, tell em how we do it

[Hook: Los]
B-b-b-boy you so broke no I can't stand you with my famous ass
Damn you so lame they can't compare you to my famous ass
My famous ass (my famous ass), my famous ass
Yeah bitch I'm balling you just talking bout my famous ass
Chicks that boozy, whips and jewelry for my famous ass
Fendi, Louis, Christian Lou (Louboutin) be on my famous ass
My famous ass (my famous ass), my famous ass,
Boy I'm just stuntin it ain't nothin to my famous ass

[Verse 1: Los]
Dipping in that 2 door, got the roof low with my famous ass
Diamond watch look like Ciroc and NuVo with my famous ass
My swag on rockets so I'm pluto with my famous ass
My dang on' pockets on sumo with my famous ass
My famous (my famous ass) my famous ass
Hit a strip club and we aiming the cash
At a baddest bitch with the banginest ass
Got blaze on the lac couple dames in the back
And I'm finna get blown like haze in a sack
Then we paging the cap-tion, now
Tell her face in my lap, chin down
Your bitch wanna marry me I could take your dame and dash
Invest it in my currency I'm so about my dame and dash
Never been a Crip or Blood but I know about a gang of cash
Paparazzi aim and flash cause Lola got a famous asssssss
I ain't stopping for nothing with my famous
I'm probably shopping in London with my famous ass
Scouts no I'm finna score with my famous
So I'm bout to start a bidding war with my famous ass

[Hook: Los]
Boy you so broke no I can't stand you with my famous ass
Damn you so lame they can't compare you to my famous ass
My famous ass (my famous ass), my famous ass
Yeah bitch I'm balling you just talking bout my famous ass
Chicks that boozy, whips and jewelry for my famous ass
Fendi, Louis, Christian Lou (Louboutin) be on my famous ass
My famous ass (my famous ass), my famous ass,
Boy I'm just stuntin it ain't nothin to my famous ass

[Verse 2: Los]
Reppin in that black and purple
Evidently rappin circles, tracks, olympic laps and hurdles,
Round these trendy whack commercial raps,
I jack your track and murk you, jack it back, you whack, I hurt you
Rappers slacking past they curfew when I go in with my famous ass
Ehh mister, they missed her, A list her
Plain as the planes that the airport take off
I take off, break off a cheque, I take offers
Take cover, I make office calls
Haters make your way of his balls
And I'm gon keep on making cash, ballin with my famous ass
Fuck the he say, she say, I'm long gone
No bullshit I gets the BJ cause my arm strong
You thin cheddar and I'm too dope
So I packs that Tim Legler in that cool Coach
In the clip that go, and that bitch look like Pippen though
Did you get caught right and you slipping though
But I'm Jordan against those Pistons bro
This shit might get physical
If you miserable, blame my swag
Reason why I hang my past, so you can kiss my famous ass

[Hook: Los]
Boy you so broke no I can't stand you with my famous ass
Damn you so lame they can't compare you to my famous ass
My famous ass (my famous ass), my famous ass
Yeah bitch I'm balling you just talking bout my famous ass
Chicks that boozy, whips and jewelry for my famous ass
Fendi, Louis, Christian Lou (Louboutin) be on my famous ass
My famous ass (my famous ass), my famous ass,
Boy I'm just stuntin it ain't nothin to my famous ass

 

[fox69]

"Fast Lane"
(feat. Ernie Gaines)

"Fast Lane"
(feat. Ernie Gaines)



[Verse 1: Los]
Uh, Yo cop the Mazerati ride it till it Redline
I'm just stuntin for my homies doin fed time
I got a couple niggas doin 20 life
They told me play you pussys to the left and get my money right
Swag too high, Story too deep, It put Mauri's on my feet
It gave me morals from the streets
Praying to the lord, I get to keep my blessings
I been sinning since Hammer had 357
And my city know I'm riding, I'm down for the cause
Got the run around, Just wanted a Round of Applause
Now my bitches ballin' out, goin down to the balls
Better know that I'm walking on the sky for the ground that I lost
Now I'm focused on my money, Cut the drama out for good
Feelin' like a Billionaire, Got my mama out the hood
Doin' a Hundred miles an hour, bumpin' 99 Problems
Got the spirit of a Hustler, I ain't stopping

[Hook: Ernie Gaines]
Livin' in the Fast Lane, Up and Down don't stop
And we get lit, Now it's life on top
We higher than private planes, breathing in Champagne
They say that we out of our minds
They say that we out of our minds
So Tonight, Let's get out of our minds
You too would be out of your mind

[Verse 2: Los]
Ballin in the club, my crew & some thick dames
Standin' on the couches, Doing the Rick James, Biitch
Uh, Hater you can do the same
Had a super ugly past, now in super future frames
Nobody did nothin, I got it my own way
So tonight I'm fist bumpin' with bottles of Rose
Put the Loubi's on coupe, makes stress low
Then it's off with the roof, Nutso
Pocket full of Hundreds, I hope you appalled
Since I'm young, black & famous, I'm broken the law
Hear a lot of bitchin' lately, I hope it's the broads
When a nigga finally make it out, I just hope you applause
Now I'm focused on my money, Cut the drama out for good
Feelin' like a Billionaire, Got my mama out the hood
Doin' a Hundred miles an hour, bumpin' 99 Problems
Got the spirit of a Hustler, I ain't stopping

[Hook: Ernie Gaines]
Livin' in the Fast Lane, Up and Down don't stop
And we get lit, Now it's life on top
We higher than private planes, breathing in Champagne
They say that we out of our minds
They say that we out of our minds
So Tonight, Let's get out of our minds
You too would be out of your mind