LOS - Look At Me Now lyrics

[Los] Umm haha ey yo Hecta I'm just gunna play with this one You feel me no h*mo (legooo) haha its to easy n-gga Los I got a phone call from the moon like lets be honest out this b**h Boy I been shining my whole life but you just blinding out this b**h Then the sun got on the phone and got all modest out this b**h Like "look los I dont want no problems, you the hottest out this b**h" Superman sent me a txt like "you the flyest out this b**h" I ordered HBO jus to catch all the wires out this b**h Got a letter that said quit from all the liars out this b**h But then a email from the truth said f-ck them liars out this b**h Every bar I spit be way over your head about this b**h Spiderman said "boy you all over the web about this b**h" Put blue ribbons round your casket 'bout my bread about this b**h I think my penpal is my pencil I got led up out this b**h Take your b**h up out this b**h then put her b**h on top ur b**h Then give ur b**h back cuz u b**h and plus my b**h could top your b**h Yea I reps that baltimore and I'm so proud I'm out this b**h I think I'm better than you square cuz I'm a problem out this b**h (Look at me now) Hey it aint over baby look I'm goin' back in, um okay Last night Lola kissed me told me I'm the greatest She said f-ck em baby f-ck 'em, jus' go Kobe on them haters So I went 24?s on the drop Chevy Yellow paint purple guts n-ggas not ready I k** every hater I spot in the room Then go fill every crater they got on the moon Cuz I feel I'm the greatest they gotta a**ume That I'm bout to go, Carmelo, D-Wade, Kobe, Mike Man I'm like the old Mike when I go to flight And I'm like Mike Jack wit a show tonight In other words This Is It you've been notified Listen to this put your list in this order like Los Los Los Los Los Los Los Cuz I spit like a n-gga wit a lisp and an overbite F-ck you think I murder sumthin' b**h I'm from the murder home Where they keep a eagle in a shotgun like Mike Vick on 3rd and long Man I think they heard it wrong All that bullsh-t turn me on Man f-ck that DJ turn it up Like a n-gga from the A-town burn it up Oh p-ssay f-ck a** lame a** n-gga Mad he can't f-ck my dame a** n-gga Where dey do that no dame a** n-gga Deep down really mad cuz he aint that n-gga Gotta a lil fame I chain that n-gga Send the KKK to come hang that n-gga Now its 3 n-ggas in your hood with hoods Cuz the crown ain't safe in the hood whats good