King Los - 6'7 (Six Foot Seven) Freestyle lyrics

Okay my work out devastating it petrify haters I personal train amazing then I exercise greatness You ain't sh** my set reppin when it's war on I have two n***as pushup and show you four arms Wh-wh-what you boys on I pull up in the latest car Ya'll n***as ain't doin squat that's why u never raised a bar My ring work like mayweather with a steady jab And my chain swing like pacquiao on a heavy bag My j**eller my cut man your girlfriend my stuntman She jump off on camera legs spread like the jump man I'm on the run damn you don't see how hard I go Jumpin in and out of ropes you don't see my cardio Audio k**er I play the a**a**in role Ya'll n***as degra**i I'm more like degra**i no, You bout to have me go dress up in my granny clothes Hop up out that wheelchair and snipe you off your patio Your girl a pistachio I don't give a f** bout her Only see what's crackin with her jus to get that nut out her Gun powder bullet shells leather gloves knuckles out Zero in and take that shot shootins what the f** I'm bout Luck is out it's all sk** no bluffin out that war pill s**ers out leave substance gushin out his skull styll Heart filled with rage and terror body every punchline Put me in a cage with lions I'm gon think it's lunch time Front line soldier sh** knee cap shoulder hits Marksman with the flow chip your tooth if it's over bit It's over with elite flow boom bam finito Got rap in the bag cool ranch doritos Your favourite rapper cool but I'm 30 more below I show a lil muscle like a jersey shore guido I hurt your lil ego f** around and get rocked to sleep Rappers can't get at me it feel like I locked my tweets I got you b**hes accepted just like a DM Cause I ain't got to mention you but you still get the message My sh** perfected get your weapon if you scared n***a You a trick I'm on my strick and trina you don't know nair n***a Yea n***a I'm talkin to you n***a Look you in your eye ya heart a fall in your shoe n***a Y-y-you n***as try los never a smart choice I promise you boo-boo kevin hart voice Aw boy I dun went to rock em sock em mode Knock em out shoes and socks I'm on his heels like doctor scholls Lock and I load co*k and I pop pop pop till the shots in the top of his fo Lockin his block and I'm clockin his dough like I'm droppin the rocks in the pot on the stove Dr-dr-dropin the top and I'm clockin his hoe Put my foot in his a** till his pockets is low Then I'm l'n em out till his oxygen low b**h n***as step up a notch in your flow Cause you not on my level stop jockin me hoe Stop watchin me prophecy probably says Them n***as that's top on me probably did But you can get properly shot in the head (BLAAAOOOOW) now what makes you never heard no sh** this sick before A n r's bring your pistols we gon have a bidding war I mean f** else I gotta say best rapper alive every body else died today