King Los

[fox69]

"Fight For Your Life"

"Fight For Your Life"


[Verse 1: Los]
Niggas be running from the real just to blend in with the fake
Got to watch out for the rats, they friendly with the snakes
Cause when you swinging through the hood and your bentley with the plates
The jealously in their heart will show the envy in there face
My city frigid enough to make an eskimo shiver
And since I made it out they say, "That's a cold nigga"
Cause I don't give a fuck and I probably never will
It's some shit inside my heart that will probably never heal
Like 3 kidnappings of people close to me
Plus the murder of the very man who meant most to me
Yet I'm still determined, lonely but I'm pushing
See God got my back, big homie good looking
Everyone get a storm, can't pass up on the weather
And Puffy ain't drop me, God had something better
So in the mean time I'm still grinding
Still writing, still shining
All you hating ass niggas still fighting for my life

[Hook: Los]
To all them soldiers, we are bigger
Love and respect, don't ever give up
To all them mothers, to all the hustlers
We see you fighting for your life
Your life, your life
We see you fighting for your life

[Verse 2: Los]
I never started rapping for the platinum nor the fame
For me it was more so a distraction from the pain
But to hustle this hard and your passion is a dream
Let alone not to feel as all your ashes is in vein
Cause I could have everything double
But minus my struggle, I can't say that it's actually a game
Two seconds away from greatness, we ain't practicing the same
Ya'll niggas in the storm, but me, I'm dancing in the rain
You couldn't heal my hurt with all the diamonds and pearls
Since music is my difference, I'm a be the world's
Even though they try to block us, intimidate us, and hold us
It only solidifys we're a generation of soldiers
Your struggle doesn't define you
It forces you to find you
And when you make it out, you realize you were designed to
I know you going to shine through
You just got to claim it
Keep going, keep pushing, keep aiming
Keep fighting for your life

[Hook: Los]
To all them soldiers, we are bigger
Love and respect, don't ever give up
To all them mothers, to all the hustlers
We see you fighting for your life
Your life, your life
We see you fighting for your life

[Verse 3: Los]
Yeah this is my everything before the fame hit me
Never went against the grain despite the way the game did me
My own city staring at me like they ain't get me
I'm 50 a game, how you still letting lames stick me?
I'm way better, Mayweather couldn't train with me
Train to let my life on the tracks like a train hit me
I climb, I grind, I shine, I ain't lying
Einstein probably couldn't match brains with me
See I'm a G I can't envy
Cause I am a a G-I A-N-T
No emotions from a king, I can feel it and not show it
Haters to small, I can kill 'em and not know it
When all the real G's coming, all the suckers gunna go
For lack of that vital organ in their upper torso
So fuck a more so
I'm ready, I'm hyping, I'm hitting
It's clear, I'm fighting for my life

[Hook: Los]
To all them soldiers, we are bigger
Love and respect, don't ever give up
To all them mothers, to all the hustlers
We see you fighting for your life
Your life, your life
We see you fighting for your life

 

[fox69]

"Finally Here"

"Finally Here"


[Chorus:]
Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too long and
It might just go right
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table, add it up
I'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)

[Verse 1: Los]
Uh, yeah, uh, okay
Shout out to my haters, waiters bring some shots of vodka
Here's a toast for every foe and all the things that tried to stop us
Blockers knock us, now we parking pilots, hop out popping collars
"Damn los, what you been up to homie? " "how bout clockin' dollars."
Shopping, copping, buying blinding diamond watches fly as pilots
Grinding, climbing, shining, dropping tops reclining, tires polished
Mileage low, gliding slow, seats way back, got tints on the ride
So fresh so clean, swag so high, fuck around leave footprints in the sky
I promise that, shorty how I live that, she said "gee, you be too fly."
Well I keep Gucci's on my feet because the G-you-see-is-I (gucci)
Get it? I did it, differently and better
I was climbing from the bottom, had to get my shit together
Now these bitches on my dick, because I'm finna get this cheddar
Middle finger to the critics, tell 'em pick a nigga better
But I'm mashin' in that Aston until I'm passing the red line
Flashbacks of my homies I lost to caskets and fed time
If you ain't help me out, I could give a fuck less
Revenge is sweet, I call it suc-cess

[Chorus:]
Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too long and
It might just go right
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table, add it up
I'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)

[Verse 2: Los]
Uh, yo...
Man, I'm just here to encourage you
Not tryna be spiritual, but I had the sudden urge to
Thank God for my miracles
'Cause I made it through my cir-cumstances and had some terrible
Situations but innovations helped me find the words to
Help you get through your personal adversities, have mercy please
On those who tried to curse you, and nothing could reverse you
My big homie Twista told me I got one of the coldest flows
Can't wait to see you shit on niggas, I said homie, "hold your nose! "
I can feel it in my stomach, the adrenaline building
So later for these bitch niggas and they feminine feelings
I done been in the building with venomous killers
Got strength left to push to the end and I'm willing
To hold my aim and just flame niggas
Know your lane in this game niggas
What I plan to do to rap is novocaine, gon' need painkillers
My lines is cocaine, my mind is propane
And blow your brains out, my rhymes is Cobain
Top pushed back, my rodney rogaine
I been on my grind since the line in soul train
Just tryna go, across the board
Tryna blow, Boston George
Rather flipping pies, or flipping rhymes
Haters live your life, 'cause I'm living mine

[Chorus:]
Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too long and
It might just go right
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table, add it up
I'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)

 

[fox69]

"Fresh Pair Of J's"

"Fresh Pair Of J's"


[Hook: Los]
Got my top down low
You can tell a nigga paid
Snapback on
All good shades
They tell me get to it and I say I'm on my way
If ain't about the money I ain't gotta lot to say
All I need is a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's, And I'm stepping on stepping on haters every day
In a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's and I'm stepping on stepping on haters everyday ohh

[Verse 1: Los]
Man I got so many j's that it's going to brain nigga
I be in my j's like I'm going through lane
I be in my j's like I'm going to my game
Fuck around and throw some 20 trays on the range nigga
Standing on a couch rockin 4 chains
And some j's from where jordan will go chase
Gotta dumb watch and a stupid car and more j's than a mothafucking shooting-guard
I mean how they gon stop me son
Take these out the box you gon' have to run a box in one
Yesterday I caught me some but she ain't never heard of it
I put these on a causeacome cause boy I'm finna murder shit
I'm heading back shorty come with me drop lambo like some red and black number threes
I know the haters never wanna give you props so I killem when I'm coming through the block

[Hook: Los]
Got my top down low
You can tell a nigga paid, snapback on
All good shades
They tell me get to it and I say I'm on my way
If ain't about the money I ain't gotta lot to say
All I need is a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's
And I'm stepping on stepping on haters every day in a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's and I'm stepping on stepping on haters everyday ohh

[Verse 2: Los]
Catch a nigga on his down time bet I'm still fly like jordan from foul line
I'm just a loved nigga jumpin outta bentley feelin like MJ dunkin north of campbay
Now I'm standin on a couch rocking 6 rings too fly to lace up my number six strings
I'm a all star, that nigga six trays I bet these retros make you feel sixteen
I'm a stay fly kid
I'm makin hella paper cause I say fly shit you could battle with the j's when I lace my shit but they fuk yours up like ay I did
My 7's a 7: 30 my six is so rare my fives be on track like bitches with no hair
I'm a kill em with the j's like milla for the tray caught gorilla when I bring it through the way

[Hook: Los]
Got my top down low
You can tell a nigga paid
Snapback on
All good shades
They tell me get to it and I say I'm on my way
If ain't about the money I ain't gotta lot to say
All I need is a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's and I'm stepping on, stepping on haters every day in a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's and I'm stepping on, stepping on haters everyday ohh

 

[fox69]

"Fuck The Club"
(feat. Lil Al B)

"Fuck The Club"
(feat. Lil Al B)



[Lil Al B:]
Fuck the club
I'm on my way to you
Fuck the club
I'm on my way to you
Fuck the club
I'm on my way to you

[King Los:]
Got bottles on ice
Hundred thousand 1's
Need to come & pop it for a real nigga, baby
I'm just tryin' to get it done
Long hair, don't care
So I love it when your weave long
Love it when your skirt short
You know what I be on
I be on that roll up to the spot
So the women top-
Drop a lotta guap
Take a nigga bitch if he try to plot
Now that pussy drop
I be by ya side
Tell her turn off your phone so the movie can start
Ain't shit in my room but jacuzzis & art
And speakin' of art, look at your frame
Body so dope, got me hooked; it's a shame
And you never too far, come book you a plane
And look, you insane & I'm crazy as fuck
So we get it in like we crazy in love
You be pokin' it out
I be spankin' it up
From the back, girl
Tell me, is it crazy enough?
Fuck that club you've been goin' to that's been keepin' us apart
It's a party in my bedroom, tell you secrets in the dark

[Lil Al B:]
I said girl
They tryna turn down
-"We ain't goin' out"
I know girls
They love them flashing lights
And It's a party in my bedroom
We gon' turn up
Turn you out
Turn up
Turn up in my bedroom
We gon' turn up
Turn you out
Turn up (party in my bedroom)
I'm on my way to you (fuck the club)
I'm on my way to you (fuck the club)

[King Los:]
I handle your curves like the coupes that I drive
Your body soft as the seats in the Benz
Wait until [?] you drive me out of control, so I jump in that bitch & do 360 spins
On a minute, ya limit get distant, I'm finished
Your leg pointed up to the ceiling all day [?]
Finna go dumb like my niggas in the Bay
Touchdown in the pussy, I'm just tryna make a play
All up in the club, I be all up in ya spouse
Jumpin' in the pussy like I'm standin' on the couch
The song came on, & the nigga faded!
She pulled up with her homies & text me "nigga we made it!"
Say
"Ain't so, what it is?"
I mean I'm a keep it 100, you know what it is
I pull up in that Martin, & you know she love the gears
I'll fuck around & do this shit another 100 years
-King

[Lil Al B:]
I said girl
They tryna turn down
-"We ain't goin' out"
I know girls
They love them flashing lights
And It's a party in my bedroom
We gon' turn up
Turn you out
Turn up
Turn up in my bedroom
We gon' turn up
Turn you out
Turn up (party in my bedroom)
I'm on my way to you (fuck the club)
I'm on my way to you (fuck the club)
I'm on my way to you (fuck the club)

[Will Smith:]
Hey...
Don't ever let somebody tell you, you can't do something
Not even me... alright?

"Alright."

You got a dream- you gotta protect it
People can't do something themselves, they wanna tell ya you can't do it
You want something, go get it. Period

 

[fox69]

"Fuck With Me"

"Fuck With Me"


[Hook:]
I've been hustling all night, yea it's been a long day
And we just keep it cool unless they come here, that's the wrong way
We ain't with that weak shit, I'm from where the strong stay
I be on my G shit, they fuck with me the long way
They fuck with me the long way, fuck with me the long way
Fuck with me the long way, they fuck with me the long way
Like damn, that's how you feel
Boy you put it down, how the fuck you keep it trill, it ain't no loyalty around
I was born to be a king, I'm just going for the crown
And the city ridin with me cus I do it for the town
Yea, they fuck with me the long way, fuck with me the long way
Fuck with me the long way, they fuck with me the long way
Yea

[Verse 1:]
We're still taking niggas' bitches, wipe the cooves down
I'm finna go ride through my old hood with the roof down
And tell the kids that they can make it cus I'm proof now
The OG's looked at me like damn you got the juice now
Oh damn, I break the keeps and I floss
Lost some people I loved and loved some people I lost
They said niggas wasn't ridin with you
I'm like damn how lame is that?
Now niggas relying on me but what part of the game is that?
Hold up, G check, grind hard for my respect
Account full of commas so yo comments, you can keep that
Money, fame, I never let that thing show me
I just get it like my fuckin hood show me nigga

[Hook:]
I've been hustling all night, yea it's been a long day
And we just keep it cool unless they come here, that's the wrong way
We ain't with that weak shit, I'm from where the strong stay
I be on my G shit, they fuck with me the long way
They fuck with me the long way, fuck with me the long way
Fuck with me the long way, they fuck with me the long way
Like damn, that's how you feel
Boy you put it down, how the fuck you keep it trill, it ain't no loyalty around
I was born to be a king, I'm just going for the crown
And the city ridin with me cus I do it for the town
Yea, they fuck with me the long way, fuck with me the long way
Fuck with me the long way, they fuck with me the long way
Yea

[Verse 2:]
I told you comin from the bottom make you fly as hell
In the club faded, spillin Rose on my YSL's
That's a YXL, I say why not?
Everything they took just made me love everything I got
Oh damn, hatin niggas gon learn it now
Tell em we just turnin up for every time that they turned us down
Take the kush and I burn it now
Ain't nothing could stress Los
Word to my motherfuckin condo on the west coast
They say passion can get you anything
And pain is the shit yo present bring
Progress is reflected in yo work
So go hard and expect that shit to hurt

[Hook:]
Cus I've been hustling all night, yea it's been a long day
And we just keep it cool unless they come here, that's the wrong way
We ain't with that weak shit, I'm from where the strong stay
I be on my G shit, they fuck with me the long way
They fuck with me the long way, fuck with me the long way
Fuck with me the long way, they fuck with me the long way
Like damn, that's how you feel
Boy you put it down, how the fuck you keep it trill, it ain't no loyalty around
I was born to be a king, I'm just going for the crown
And the city ridin with me cus I do it for the town
Yea, they fuck with me the long way, fuck with me the long way
Fuck with me the long way, they fuck with me the long way
Yea
Yea

 

[fox69]

"Get It"
(feat. XV)

"Get It"
(feat. XV)



[Verse 1: Los]
I use to wheelie the bike, dribble to ball
Now I'm ballin' when I travel, no dribble at all
I use to run suicides, impressin' my coach
Now I'm fly like I quit the team I ain't messin with coach
I watched Michael Jordan take flight
Hammer? did the typewriter
My first freestyles came as a bike rider
Cause I used to spin the handle bars round
And that's quite a spin cause I handle bars now
I use to play hide and go seek on the roof
Now the roof play hide and go seek on my coupe
Uhhh, I used to clean up my sneakers with a toothbrush
Now my show game floss a lil' too much
But, I'm exactly what my hood need
I've been mackin' since Ewing had good knees
Geez, say hello to the problem
Cause now I'm watchin' Melo at the garden
And I'm thinkin that life got colder
Had a chip on my shoulder
But I got a little older and the World don't owe ya
Nothing, no bluffin' when they ask me how I did it
I tell em that I push it to the limit

Nigga I gotta ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-get it, ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it

If you came up poor in the hood like me
And just wanted to know what the good life be
Watchin all the hustlers and the big body cars
Wrist full of ice livin' life like a star

Nigga you betta ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-get it, ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it

[Verse 2: XV]
Blessing this game and it still ain't safe
They say Johnson is magic, labels still don't aid
Killin' these bloodsuckers and I still ain't Blade
But I'm still going off like my bills ain't paid
But my dues are, huge bars, In the game like Pooch Hall
Me and seven grew up lik4 a coupe with only 2 doors
Get it, that's a coupe muthafucka
These bitches see no roof and go woof to a nigga
I used to watch Stars Wars and used to act like Darth Vader
Daddy's princess and swallow up my light saber
I used to play Donkey Kong country
Now I go bananas all over the dman country
Came outta Kansas they say we a little country
Now I'm a blow us up like we are our own little country
Been this way since King Kong was just a baby monkey
When haters were just turkeys was just funky
1985 watching Voltron and Mcguyver put together the pieces of the city on fire
Nothing, no bluffin'w hent hey ask me how I did it
I tell 'em that I push 'em to the limit
Nigga I gotta...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Los]
There like oh shit the crown ain't safe Los snappin'
You took the words right out my mouth like closed caption
Cause no passion is matchin' mine
And you wanna mash it up with' the mastamind
Huhh, h-h-how you passin me I leave ya
I don't kno no limits like Masta P with' amnesia
I used to watch Rambo with' the ammo and the shotgun
Then I watched Randel when he scrambled then the shotgun
I still play freeze tag with my main crew
I mean I don't but my watch and my chain do
Uh, I'm talki rice and montana
Now promoters wan know, what's my price in montana
I say I'm from the murder
Where they cook it on the burner
And they whipped it in the pot
'Fore they put it in on the corner nigga
Welcome to the spot
Wanna know what? I'm a learn first rule
Mind ya business if the shit jus don't concern ya
Cause...

Life got colder had a chip on my shoulder
But I got a little older and the world don't owe ya
Mothing, no bluffin' when they ask me how I did it
I tell 'em that I push it to the limit

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Boy"

"Ghetto Boy"


I got that, B-More in me yeah that's my problem (what what)
I rep my city, yeah bitch I got em (na-na-na)
Fuck what you heard, niggas be wildin'
You got me fucked up, I'm from the bottom
Oh yes lord! Walk like I'm pimpin, talk like I'm mackin'
The projects love me, yeah boy what's happenin'
I'm finna kill em, I'm finna kill em
I'm on a hunnid, I done hit the ceiling
I'm thinkin fuck these bitches, we go for dollars
And my brothers keeper bitch and nino at The Carter
The equalizer bitch I'm deeper, wiser, handsome, smarter
They call an ambulance they ass don't stand a chance in Sparta
Oh no no! I'm out the west side, just ask my grandma
I used to move the pack, had a pack of blamma
My niggas stacked with AKA's and ain't no Kappa Gamma
And now we laughing to the bank like na-na-na-na
Fuck with me!

No sunshine or feeling better (the ghetto)
Watch em all scatter they'll kill each other (the ghetto)
If yo daddy dead, can't make him proud in (the ghetto)
Damn little boy, how you make it out of (the ghetto)

I got that hustlers desire, that fire burning
I got that Boyz n The Hood mixed with that higher learning
Na-na-na, niggas is bugging, niggas ain't fucking with me
They not on my planet, why should I panic, motherfuckers should be
Thanking the lord that I'm building the ships
So you niggas won't drown in the midst of the flood
Cause I'm giving you prophecy
Niggas ain't watching me properly, bitch I be switching it up
Like a gear on a bike, play if you want
Say what you want, hear what you like
But take what you need, cause they dear to your life
Fake if you want, I'll be there on the flight
Like, free my ghetto cause we the ghetto
Real boy, cut the strings, we don't need Geppetto
They say there's levels to this shit, well you can't see my level
This a reach, you would need the devil, he would need a shovel
Bitch I'm deep, all I beat is odds
All I get is that, at least I know
All I need is God, and I can bridge the gap, Keyshia Cole
OMG, he's so cold, I know it's me, at least I'm told
Los bring rap back to life, this shit needs some soul!
You can ask my grandma
I roll because I miss my dad, you can ask my mama
They shot my nigga in the head, ain't no happy camper
Now I'm the best rapper alive, na-na-na-na-na-na
Fuck with me!

Lost souls and dope fiends (the ghetto)
From what we're told there ain't no kings in (the ghetto)
Gun shots and caution tape (the ghetto)
Why is an honest dollar so hard to make in (the ghetto)

No sunshine or feeling better (the ghetto)
Watch em all scatter they'll kill each other (the ghetto)
If yo daddy dead, can't make him proud in (the ghetto)
Damn little boy, how you make it out of (the ghetto)

 

[fox69]

"Give Me Room"

"Give Me Room"


[Intro:]
Give me some room, then, give me some room
Give me room, nigga
Give me room
Give me

[Verse:]
Give me room, give me room
Don't tell
Give me room, give me room
Hotel
Get it? Give me room like a hotel
Fuck that bitch, and I tell ya, think she won't yell?
I'm crazy
I, I'm so swell
This is what I do, you don't know Los well
I, I, I'm on my coast to coast, Hell
From coast to coast I give 'em coast to coast Hell
From coast to coast I seen most fell
From coast to coast I seen Hampsfell
I repel, fuck it, I'm like the Diesel
A rap motherfucker, you easel
Your neck and your back, nigga
You smack, you wack, nigga
You get clapped, rewind
Don't dap niggas, I pound niggas
I slap niggas, I cap niggas, I Pro Tools
Double up and stack niggas
You think about that, nigga
I'm that nigga
I'm Bad Boy
Emphasis on the bad, nigga
A mad nigga, yeah yeah
A rich black nigga
Doin' my thing, grabbin' my sack, nigga
Where is my 'Gnac, nigga?
No, where is my 'Gnac, nigga?!
No I'm sippin' on Ciroc, I'm chillin', that's facts, nigga
I'm bored, what I'm doin', I'm rippin' those tracks, nigga
And my niggas in Murderland they flippin' them packs, nigga
Yo, shout out to my city
Yo, shout out to my team
Shout out to Diddy, I'm doing my thing
Shout out to Cassie, shout out to Red
Even shout out to bad niggas, shout out to Fred
Nigga I take it back, shout out to Craig
That's Craig Mack, nigga, shot out the bag
You don't even want that
Shout out to everybody doin' it
Shout out to my crew, my movement, can't ruin it
Boy, I'm on that west coast, throwin' up that west side
'Bout to get that 550, know I want that S-5
Boy, I'm at the party, boy
You gon' see my piece pop

Yo, I'm a Soul Assassin
Yo, I'm a Soul Assassin
Yo, I'm a Soul Assassin
Yo, I'm a Soul Assassin

Boy, I'm on that west coast, throwin' up that west side
Boy, I'm on that west coast, throwin' up that west side
Boy, I'm on that west coast, throwin' up that west side
Boy, I'm on that west coast, throwin' up that west side
Boy, I'm on that west coast, throwin' up that west side
Boy, I'm on that west coast, throwin' up that west side
Boy, I'm on that west coast, throwin' up that west side

'Bout to get that 550, know I want that S-5

 

[fox69]

"Glory To The Lord"
(feat. R. Kelly)

"Glory To The Lord"
(feat. R. Kelly)



[King Los:]
Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord
I popped a bottle told the whole story to my boys
I got a rollie on my wrist (Glory to the Lord)
Plus I got my homies getting rich (Glory to the Lord)
At the club like (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord)
He let the sun shine on a nigga from the hood
Man, I done made it off the block (Glory to the Lord)
Let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out (Glory to the Lord)
Glory to the Lord
If they hate every style you sport
If your lawyer paid and you made it out in court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
Glory to the Lord
Like, like what else you could say
But, but roll me up a good J
And, and let me show you how the hood pray
We be like

Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord
I mean I could've been broke in a Honda Accord
Now I don't rock it if it don't say Tom Ford
Black tuxedo on with some Concords, screaming out
Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord
I mean you know it's a war, you know it's a war
Every time I hit the floor pray, you know it's your boy
You know it's a joy, when I wake up and I whip that Porsche
And they screaming ay nigga are you gon' hit that Forbes
I'm like bitch of course, bitch of course
Bitch I'm gorgeous, I wasn't given choice
And I switch the course
If money talks, bitch I'm hoarse
And I'm sick of the arguing
And the conversation is seem like it's too hard to win
All you wanna do is bring up all of my flaws again
Man I'm so flawed, Oh God
You never love me halfway you do the whole job
Light up my path let me be my own star
As I look back man shit was so hard
Now it's food on the table so my niggas don't starve

At the club like
(Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord)
I popped a bottle told the whole story to my boys
I got a rollie on my wrist (Glory to the Lord)
Plus I got my homies getting rich (Glory to the Lord)
At the club like
(Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord)
He let the sun shine on a nigga from the hood
Man I done made it off the block (Glory to the Lord)
Let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out (Glory to the Lord)
Glory to the Lord
If they hate every style you sport
If your lawyer paid and you made it out in court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
Glory to the Lord

[R. Kelly:]
Ohhh, let's have a toast to comin' up
Still getting money, King
You used to say "you couldn't afford it," my nigga
You shit talking to a toilet, my nigga
I ain't even had to trap, right
Now all my cars imported
And I'm like (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord)
Aye man, Robert made it out, Glory to the Lord
I rolled up, blowed up, man just to keep a peace of mind (Glory to the Lord)
I street perform and I swear it was so motherfucking cold outside (Glory to the Lord)
Just maybe it was something I couldn't afford
Now I rock the kind of shit that ain't never in stores
First thing I'm a say after every award (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord)
Penthouse suite feel like God when I look down
Glory to the Lord, I'm the R&B James Brown
I hear 'em hating I thank Jesus that I ain't them
Swag on heaven let the church say Amen
Shawty is the shit, no Manure
Booty so big, Hallelujah
And all my niggas paid now, Glory to the Lord
And all my bills paid now, Glory to the Lord
And we gon' pop a hundred bottles every club I host
And I got all my homies with me that's the Homie Ghost
Church

[King Los:]
Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord
I pop a bottle told the whole story to my boys
I got a rollie on my wrist (Glory to the Lord)
Plus I got my homies getting rich (Glory to the Lord)
At the club like
(Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord)
He let the sunshine on a nigga from the hood
Man I done made it off the block, Glory to the Lord
Let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out glory to the Lord
(Glory to the Lord)
If they hate every style you sport
If your lawyer paid and you made it out in court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
(Glory to the Lord)
Like what else you could say
But, but roll me up a good J
And, and let me show you how the hood pray
We be like (Glory to the Lord)

 

[fox69]

"Go Hard"

"Go Hard"


You ain't got the heart inside you to go hard inside the paint
I paint a picture like an artist with his heart inside the paint
I go hard enough to make it even though my odds are slim
I'll keep living through my fans because I gave my heart to them
And if you do get up the heart to throw a challenge my way
I will gladly eat your heart and call it Valentine's Day
Homie, you need to see college just to see how I devoured this
I'm a rapping scientist, philosopher, theologist
You make so much shit up, you should be a cosmetologist
Your bitch ass should be on the cover of Cosmopolitan
But Los, you're the pretty boy, you could of been modeling
Nigga, shut the fuck up, get the door and let the models in
They say they go hard as me as if they want a problem then
They decorating bathrooms the way they throwing towels in
Homie, get your swagger up about another mile or two
My flow is a Molotov, you don't possess the molecules
I could say if I was you but I can not fathom that
That would mean I'd have to take my dreams of having Phantoms back
And my bitches go so hard, I told 'em they could share me
Now they so close, it scares me, shout out to Katy Perry
Nobody likes you when nobody's like you
But I'll be damned if I lose to some nobodies like you
Homie, I will write you some shit that's so right you
Wish you had the rights to but you won't have the right to
My left tied behind my back, just time out, tie my right too
'Cause my flow will leave you left but it could get you right too
These niggas is high school, shout out to my whole squad
Bitches say you go boy, I say bitch, I go hard