King Los - Power Freestyle lyrics

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King Los - Power Freestyle lyrics

[Produced by Andrew Dawson, Jeff Bhasker, Kanye West, Mike Dean & S1] [Los] Okay, yeah, it just became unfair, let's go Burberry bu*ton downs fly poppin collas Bonafide hustlas never stop clockin dollas Pineapple candy painted drop top Impalas And none of that ain't comin till I drop outta college Cause no one man should have all this knowledge Of intricate articulate evolved and polished With theories of philosophers and laws of scholars A whole heart full of go hard no coward I'm high no hydro I'm fly no pilot I'm gone no goodbye On fire no hydrant I'm fresh no Trident Cool as an after dinner mint Strong no Altoid f** with me no intimate My flow is like intuition It's oh so intuitive Me a tell ya to your face No choice who the truest is I'm ballin like Julius, Erving Disturbing the peace Yall n***as so ludacris You losing I'm lucrative It's foolishness If you ain't tryin to hook up with me That would be a giant look Giants look up to me And if your sleeping on me son you done chose your d**h I'm so hot I slept on the sun and almost froze to d**h Shootin till no foes is left Shootin till no opponents left Hatin n***as hold ur breath If you waiting for Los to F-A-I-l, but I saved myself n***as thought I wouldn't get up From the way I fell They say damn Los whats takin so long the game trippin Use to ask my momma the same thing on Thanksgiving And just like she told me I gots to keep it real And say n***a when it's time for us to eat we will Now I'm writin 3 wills for s**a bustas and lames R.I.P. to all you n***as that's f**in up in the game I'm coming cuff in your change When I'm coming tuck in your chains I'm coming up in your lane When I come you cuffin your dame I'm something f**ing insane Leave her s**ing f**ing a train I f**ed her up in the brain Make her s**ing f**ing the train It's nothing, to take it back to all black, black clothes Black on black and pitch black on the scaffold All black, mask black, new fly Izod Black suitcase, black rooftop tripod Black Ray-Ban's, Black album in my iPod Then black out and let the shooter back out, my god!