King Los - American Gangster lyrics

[Los] Listen okay, last time I Hustled Hard ‘cause rappers just p**y And The Crown Ain't Safe in the hood, what's goody? Uh, I picture my goal, picture this go getter. Y'all n***as is slow I'm pitching this no hitter. No n***a paint pictures with this fly repetition; Don't I paint the perfect picture like it's high definition? I'm too Jura**ic, future cla**ic, cla**-act, Louie backpack - do the math b**h, don't make me black ‘cause it's ugly. I'm back on my study Loosen up the snap backs, back to the skullies Make me flashback to the Lacs and the Cudi's Don't make me relax, and run laps around dummies Relapse, he's back, it's a wrap for you mummies Weak rappers, ease back to the background for me, trying to handle more biz So I can get that Rolls(Rose) on them 23's - something like Amber on Wiz Crown ain't safe, so all you n***as screaming out you "got next" Tell them I said now it ain't safe! I eat off rap, I eat rappers Keep snapping, so keep slacking, I'm lap running and speed bagging Heavy bagging, body hooking and left jabbing Make you miscount an attack, then I step back in it's one hit, two hit Three, hit you four like a one dick, two chick, threesome these who*es One watch, two chains like a three degree breeze I'm the one air like the 23's on my sneakers! It's a lot of Big K.R.I.T.(c)'s every time the kid blink, another comment Talkin the Kid's Ink. f** y'all think? I get the job done I ain't make XXL but they can't God(guard) son, it's game time, y'all pretending to ball I got a flow that school boys, no Kendrick Lamar. Oh, let me stop it I'm just k**ing every topic. I ain't dissing, I ain't b**hing if a n***a dissing me I don't know ‘cause I ain't listen, I ain't missing, I ain't missing I'm the n***a with a mission, got a plan and a vision I want the crown, you don't understand that? f** it, I want the ground n***as run around blocks, I run the town I don't chase a dream n***a, I hunt it down and never close an eyelid Never met Los, you never known fly sh**, but try this on; See how its fitting you could never be number two so see, I ain't sh**ting You could only be number one and I see why it's pissing you... off Soft n***as lack the backbone and the heart, you don't even act grown in your thoughts In this movie the n***a that act wrong get the part(Depart), hope we can take two No "Drama Queen", you'll get director cut, I don't mean behind the scenes I've been doing this sh** since Francis and Yao Ming, 80's baby, fly on the low life Tracy McGrady's eye on the low, when I had gold teeth and I was high on the 'dro And my big homie had a whole pie on the stove. Had my eye on the goal Hog tie on the floor and even when I ain't drive, I walk fly on a ho, Los!