King Los - Finally Here lyrics

[Hook] Money long, but life is short They say you chase your dream too long and it might distort 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, knockers, now we park Impalas, 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, f** around leave footprints in the sky I promise that, shorty holla back, she said "Gee, you be too fly." Well I keep Gucci's on my feet because the G-You-See-Is-I Get it? I did it, definitely better I was climbing from the bottom, had to get my sh** together Now these b**hes on my dick, because I'm finna get this cheddar Middle finger to the critics, tell 'em pay a n***a better But I'm mashin' in that Aston until I'm pa**ing 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 f** less Revenge is sweet, I call it suc-cess [Hook] Money long, but life is short They say you chase your dream too long and it might distort 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: Twista] I got you, Twista... Feelin' so much hatred can't help if they time was wasted Live life like I'm in the Matrix what I'm after I can taste it Cause now it's 'Back To the Basics' lace it like a hand with aces Places people things I got, get the bogus looks from n***as faces Racist vapors, they don't like ball Shoulda known they can't do it like I do He could spit venom when he rap then me too Then I'mma spend about a stack for each shoe Flow like a pimp and a mack and breeze through In the Panamera perverted serenade, I'm finna get it And I'm makin' sure that I get paid when I'm in it You don't wanna have to deal with the ways of a menace Every minute I could throw a b**h a hundred I could run it If he call it I'mma k** him with a flow like scripture Thank those that sent you posters and pictures of Los and Twista Doses of liquor, I'm feelin' lovenly fill my blunt and he Better be ready we legacy k**ers or murderers poppin' you off Off and then snatchin' ya body and bury the weapon and you better be scared of me Heavily packin' artillery tools, to the top now let's see I'm close I'm a never win an ESPY I'm gross, but I get my n***a ESPY dot Los Dos, SS C-Notes, who forever don't make them C-Notes And we goin' in the club, spendin' all kind of money Like we came out the casino cause my [Hook] Money long, but life is short They say you chase your dream too long and it might distort 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 3: 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 'Cuz 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 sh** on n***as, I said homie, "Hold your nose!" I can feel it in my stomach, the adrenaline building So later for these b**h n***as and they feminine feelings I done been in the building with venomous k**ers Got strength left to push to the end and I'm willing To hold my aim and just flame n***as Know your lane in this game n***as What I plan to do to rap is Novocaine, gone need paink**ers My lines is c**aine, my mind is propane And blow your brains out, my rhymes is Cobain Top pushed back, my ride need Rogaine I been on my grind since the line in Soul Train Just tryna go, across the board Tryna blow, buy some Jordans Rather flipping pies, or flipping rhymes Haters live your life, 'cuz I'm living mine [Hook] Money long, but life is short They say you chase your dream too long and it might distort 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)