King Los Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #003 lyrics

[Intro: Justin Credible, DJ Sourmilk, King Los]
Power 106 (yeah), Lift Off show (uh!)
That's appropriate
King Los is here (hahaha!) to set the tone
The phone is on sleep mode (yeah) for all you rappers (yeah)
Who don't know how to really do this (yeah, yeah!)
Yo, Los! (Say when) When

{Beat One: Shining by DJ Khaled}

[Verse 1: King Los]
Uh, when was I regular?
When did I have to read my raps off of a cellular?
Like I'm not connected interstellular
Look at me, the Integra Acura
I'm still a legend, n*ggas can't get that
And they still confessin' that
Prayer hands when I slap these bands
The way I bring the ghost out and I'm still a blessing
Lord, think about it, never doubt it, uh
You a square I've been around it, hmm
You been rounded, you've been grounded, uh
You been founded, this land has been founded on blood
Why they tryna get my people out the mud?
I've been doing hard, going hard against the judge
I don't give a f*ck for the jury, won't budge
I done been down, seen hate, no love
I done seen the pushes and the motherf*ckin' shoves
But I still pushed that motherf*ckin' dub
I don't give a f*ck if they never show me love
{Beat Two: Moves By Big Sean}

[Verse 2: King Los]
Is it all because or was this because?
n*ggas steady buzzin' n*ggas thought that wasn't
Brought it back, all the fact, heart attack
n*ggas like he read a thousand books, you ain't smart as that
Call it back(Hmm hmm) call it back (brr, brr), no callin' back
Wintertime I been a winner, summertime no fallin back
Way too seasoned you get all of that
Four seasons Roc Nation brunch
Grammy weekend can you take a punch?
I'm about to f*ck these n*ggas up and hurt 'em bad (Yeah)
I'm about to take their girlfriends really make 'em mad (Hah hah hah)
All over that beat (Yeah), Jordans all on my feet (Let's go)
Look at how I look (Talk to 'em), lipstick on my cheek (Yeah)
Damn she lovin my swag (swag), say I'm all in my bag (bag)
I say it's Goyard and the flow is so hard
I just go off and a n*gga so smart
You say the show on I show off (K)
Go off get thrown off got the whole cloth
This different cloth this different key
Major key this a different me
Major league no stagin' me
Upstagin' me, no pagin' me in a book
That's just blasphemous, you asked for this (I did)
I give all these rappers my ass to kiss
I an hazardous and progeny
{Beat Three: No Heart by 21 Savage and Metro Boomin}

[Verse 3]
n*ggas might've mastered androgyny
Looking like a b*tch to me ain't no rapper that's hot to me
n*gga, look at me, I bring that beast, sh*t done come out of me
n*ggas say they gettin' f*cked now, we call that sodomy
You ain't never seen that side of me, rap b*tches wanna ride with me
I could be a problem, I am one f*ckin' hot commodity
n*gga, I am an oddity from an odyssey
I don't see you like I don't see a beaver, Leave It To Beaver
Either be the receiver or leave it to me with the meat cleaver
Either y'all n*ggas gon' meet LeBron when he left Cleveland and came back even
Just to get even 'til the odds even
We ain't even odd, I don't even like you
You ain't even me, n*gga, you ain't even God
I don't even gotta practice, this ain't hard
I don't need no practice like AI, ball hard and I stay fly
I was just like "Just, where you at? I was passing my way by"
Hopped out and I popped in, popped out when I pop in
n*gga, I'm a college dropout and I still put the f*ckin' drop in
Where they at?

[Verse 4: King Los]
Drop PINs for the address
n*ggas talkin' like they bad, b*tches on my mattress
They don't understand, tell 'em what they see
No, I'm not a rapper from the 313
You need a 313 to guard me
Hardly n*ggas can't see me, I do this sh*t all day, Steve Harvey
When he meant Trump, what the f*ck is goin' on?
Like Marvin, I'm starvin', I'm at the office
They throwin' offers, they can't throw us off this track
We on n*ggas, it's so lost
This no list like Santa Claus's
Whether you good or bad, it's all sh*t
It's all sick, we all sit here and watch
These n*ggas farce it, leaky like a project faucet
I'm on it, never been off it, ball like Charlotte Hornets
n*ggas think they did it, n*gga, I'm still doing it
Every thing thought they was doin', they just ruinin'
I came back to bring it to it
The beat was so sweet I started singing to it
[Verse 5]
Rappers can't lie forever
Swear to God, if your mans go hard, y'all can die together
Better now than never, ain't a n*gga more clever
I even signed with Puff so I still did it better
I went to RCA, switched labels, went harder
n*ggas can't see me, n*gga, word to my father
How they gon' stop me? Way too c*cky
Joggin' through Philly like Meek, like Rocky
How they gon' stop me when they get me out the gang now?
n*ggas say they wanna see Los put the thang down
I don't give a f*ck, I need the ring, I'm the king now
Everything vegan so you know the body clean now
I done went harder, been an illustrator
And an author, illustrator never off the
Point gotta get it word to my daddy
Pullin' old school on these n*ggas in a Caddy
They want me badly, lookin' at 'em sadly
Post the picture and tag me
I be the antagonist, don't get your uncles and aunts dragged in this
I'm somethin' like a dragon is, you somethin' like a faggot is
It's real high where my swagger is
Magnificent rapper sh*t, baptize these n*ggas in bat sh*t
Bad sh*t, bad sh*t, sad sh*t, sad sh*t, open casket
I tell these n*ggas I pull out that OG and they matched it
Know my OG pull out that OG, unmasked it

[Verse 6]
n*ggas don't see this sh*t, this sh*t is too crafted
sh*t don't get too drastic, f*ck around and get wrapped up in some plastic
At your eulogy, drop the sh*t in your casket
p*ssed on you, you bast*rd
I hate y'all, I really hate y'all Everything I do, I know it make y'all
'Cause y'all steal from me, you steal from me
Stay away from me, like real from me, this ain't real to me
Y'all n*ggas wanna come around and get it
Every sucker someone, I come around and did it
Came back the winter, stacked it all the summer
Now they say Stevie, push them keys, now I make them wonder, Ripping in the sky for my love Like Birdman, I keep a dove
All white and it's alright
Come on n*gga, give me green light
Green light, I need the green light, green light, the green mic

[Verse 7]
Have me hop on the scene tight, I mean light
Jeans on the nice ****, I switched it back to men
Put her on a nice bike, let her willy that
I showed her where the ball is, where done all the willies at
And where I'm really at
And how these n*ggas ain't real, that's how they really act
That's how a n*gga that's real sound when he really rap
This is real rap, this is Baltimore and Philly rap
When I went to Baltimore to Philly and back
Just to get my deal, my n*gga Sadiq got a n*gga signed
That was real my n*gga, uh, chill my n*gga
Sometimes I reminisce, I'm a chemist b*tch. I be whipping sh*t Demolition sh*t, I'll be on some different sh*t
I don't even listen sh*t when I spit this sh*t
It's a different rendition of other sh*t
You be missing sh*t, I'll be hitting sh*t, so precision with this sh*t
I got the vision, b*tch
You don't see this sh*t, it's the multiplication
You hating, subtracting, but this the vision, b*tch
I just split this sh*t, I just live this sh*t
You just try to get this sh*t, I'm too big
You just be on that midget sh*t, little sh*t, that critic sh*t
Talking about a n*gga bank account, looking at digit sh*t
Y'all n*ggas is pitiful, pitiful, illiterate I just might hit this sh*t, I just might hit them all
And get a fit, you might catch a fit, I'm so lit
I'm the soloist, pullin' strings like guitar on you gars
I light up like cigars, I pull out them big cars
n*ggas actin' like they like me, I say because
These n*ggas wanna be like me, hop off my diggin' bars
Lord, I done been me this whole time, I done been me this whole rhyme
I don't even switch it, I don't rap about the heater or nines
But if I do, then he gon' hold nines I don't have to do it, n*gga, I don't own nines
I don't owe hoes, they the old guys
They the big homies, I'm that new n*gga
Like, what the f*ck is poppin' with all of you n*ggas?
I wanted war with rappers, did it before with rappers
Went on tour with rappers, be more with rappers
And I even tried to f*ckin' be more with rappers
But I gotta evolve and dissolve these rappers
I can solve these rappers, I'ma slap these rappers
Matter of fact, I'ma stomp, f*cking cap these rappers
Matter of fact, Kap G, double time on these rappers
Trouble time on these rappers, did humble time on these rappers
Now let's hit them in they chest, fumble time on these rappers Cookies and rookies and bookies, fumble time on these rappers What they talking about? I'ma f*cking zap on these rappers
And spaz on these rappers and go backpack on these rappers
And pap pap blaat knapsack on these rappers
And black on black ski mask with the gat on these rappers
n*gga, Onyx i'ma slam on these rappers
Ima Frankie Beverly and jam on these rappers
I'ma Stephanie Mills on these rappers
Beverly Hills, f*ckin' Ecstasy pills on these rappers, n*gga
I'ma go f*ckin' crazy on these n*ggas
I'ma have to go Patrick Swayze on these n*ggas
I'ma go Spike Lee on these rappers I know a lot of n*ggas don't like me, f*ck these rappers, yeah
I'ma go mellow on these rappers, you know
Go hard, big fellow on these rappers, yeah
Soulja on these rappers, clappin' like Noli' on these rappers
Soulja Slim on these rappers, I'm so grim on these rappers
They don't understand, I ain't goin' slim on these rappers, huh
I go shady on these rappers, I lose my f*ckin' mind, I just go crazy on all these rappers, n*gga
Take your lady, drop top Mercedes, she want to have my baby, baby
Look at these n*ggas, about to go Biggie on these n*ggas
n*ggas think they really getting figures
I've been doing this sh*t since Biggie was with Jigga
Jigga, Jigga, sicker, sicker
Sipping liquor, trigger, just c*ck at the same time, I'm an ill n*gga. Damn, the beat drop, that's it, the heat rock
Nothing for the n*gga, no sheet rock to knock down

[Verse 7]
And your girl walls is too small
And I do ball, new draws
Every day, old school coupe, Lou Rawls
Yeah, n*gga, and I do fall
But get up, do evolve, do move like U-Haul
Too cool, you small
Too local, I'm too loco, it's different
I'm OT, that new Coco
Yeah, new fofo, new photo
On the fourth floor, take a photo And it's Los though and I sleep n*ggas
Like I'm Ochocinco, Cinco In the streets, think slow
Then you get maneuvered around I'm the newest with the sound
I could even maneuver the ground around
As the earth spin
Motherf*cker, I was birthed in a whirlwind
Yeah, you was a girl then, I'm a man now
So how could you ever go man to man and man my man down?
Yeah, man down, And One, and how, and me
I'm fresh, in style, n*gga, and Pow!
Like a old Batman sitcom, n*gga sit calm, I got the big arm
And I'm from the city where we don't have charm
But n*ggas come up just trying to be the Don
Juan I ain't talking about that smooth sh*t
I'm talking about hit the f*cking pot
Whip it up, get up, lock it up, zip it up
Hit the block, flip it up, divvy up, kick it up
Kick it out for the gig is up
The blick is up till your gig is up Stick you up, need your car, n*gga, what? (Greatness)
I was getting money since Jigga, what?
I was in the hood trying to pick it up
Drop the drop off, pick it, pick it up Drop the drop off and then I got the pickup
After I dropped off what I picked up
n*ggas don't get it I make them drop off where I pick up
And pick up where they dropped off
I'm not soft, it's all buns for these n*ggas, hot dogs
Who the f*ck is these n*ggas? These n*ggas not ours
It's not Los, you not HOV, you not Nas
You not biggie, it's not bars
That's all I see, f*ck you like cop cars
n*ggas in my eyes, I'm galaxies, you not stars
Not far, it's not bars, it's not me
It's not hard, it's not odd, it's not cards like black cards
American I express being AMEX

[Verse 8]
Phone was on sleep mode, Los was on beast mode
I don't give a f*ck, the flow can do the street cold
n*ggas do this sh*t since three years old
I'm too cold that my tears cold Now they frozen, I was chosen
I rose above what they put Rose in That's cause he hurt himself in the game
Probably overworked himself but I'm stretching
Professional, I'm a veteran
You're a vegetable, I'm the medicine
Damn, it's crazy because my vegetables is medicine
The vegan flow, had to let it in Look, let us in, get it?
Vegan flow, I said let us in
That's the wrap, let us rap, I'm better than
These n*ggas who won't let us rap Now let us in, it's bout to happen Late night, that's let them in
Varsity jersey, letterman
They don't see me at the door n*gga, let them in
Everywhere I go, I let them in
To me, n*gga, and I don't put the lead in my raps
I don't need a pen and a pad
Back in the day, I had a friend and my dad
When they killed him, I wrote it on a book
Now I don't even have to look That's a Magic Johnson, no-look And I'm sick like that, pick up, think about it
I'm quick like that, I am too fast forward to ever slow down
And we shootin' God if it ever go down, yeah
Pushin' the rock like point guard
If I'm in a lineup, please don't point God
It'll be bad shaving points, God
Cause I hit you in your center, you ain't that hard
22s on them shoes, we call them Shaq
I should kill y'all n*ggas for even acting like I'm whack
What you talking about, that's just magic
And you can't get a penny for my f*cking static, get it?
Shaq and Penny, Orlando Magic
I don't fly Orlando, never, I'm in the sky, and I'm going commando
On these n*ggas and I do it and it's on demand like a n*gga recorded it
You couldn't even afford to audit it
No audible, no edit, no rhetoric
It never get into no better sh*t, I'm a felon like a predicate
Press your girl like I'm pressin' a wrestler on some Jessica Rabbit sh*t
I just gotta have it, I just gotta f*cking have it, b*tch
Y'all n*ggas can't get it, I'm so OJ, I just stab it quick
And get the f*ck out of there in the Bronco
Hit my phone pronto, I'm like, who?
I'm the head honcho, you don't know
She a Navajo, she just another hoe Tryna f*ck my brother though, but not without a rubber though
No, she like a genie, I just rub her though
Sometimes I rub her slow, if the rubber pop, then I'm out
Can't be a pop in the South, I'm just trying to pop in her mouth Man I was popping a blouse, I'm like what's popping at your house If it's chicks then I'm popping in, then I'm popping out
Like high school I'm dropping in and I'm dropping out
No more class I do that I'm too far ahead
And I don't give a f*ck none of this sh*t was read
This sh*t was red and some of it was green
'Cause it had kale with some apple in between
But y'all don't get that cause a n*gga too nice slow down slow