Mark Battles - King lyrics

[Intro: Diddy] I ain't come around here to look all cool I already am cool I'm here to do the motherf**ing show That's what I love to do Ain't nobody safe Are you ready? Can you dig it? [Verse 1: King Los] They say I been the best on the low huh Why he's so underrated, that's been your question before huh I was destined to get my shining on My whole future dipped in gold and covered in diamond stones Stop the music, that's reckless Especially how n***as lose they future to a necklace Adidas suit flier than shell toes Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows n***as wanna be me, b**hes wanna date me Young black and rich so the whole world hate me But my city like a warzone, block like a Navy So sleep on a n***a, get you rocked like a baby I'm the itty bitty n***a with the big dreams I don't go 50/50 with you ‘less it's big cream They say the small things in life that could flip things And me and your girl got a thing, ain't no big thing Sickest n***a living, stick 'em in them Ditches run up on me if you into stitches It's just intuition, intermission Never cause I'm clever, n***as into wishin' Wish a n***a would, wish him well He'll need intervention due to inhibition and addition Of when you get in the vision of a hyper spiteful delightful rival with sniper rifles I'm twice as nice as Bible recitals minus the title The Eiffel tower, your idol, the highest title, the vital Not to mention the chosen, flow so cold these scriptures is cryogenically frozen I am serious period, whatever pyramid that my identity goes in Let it be known I wrote this in hieroglyphics, I'm here to be throned I hope you cowards can dig it, I'm heir to the throne Behold the powerful gift that I share in the song Just don't stare at me wrong Yeah I'm house hunting, looking to house something I change the subject, you ain't about nothing This ain't about stunting, but I'm a rich n***a Rich on the inside , yeah that's a big bigger I would've sit with you, but this the cool table Oh yeah your girl 8 balls without a pool table And y'all can't floss without a shoe label And yeah we move cane to make the moves able Hold up, flash back, it was me and C He told me how to cook the dope, told me be a G You tryna get up in the door, got to see a key Now n***a we in the house like a B&E My n***a Marty held us down, we was CMB No Nino, no G money, just the G in me So when you see the block click yeah you see the streets They the NWA to my Eazy E, hold up You see we're flexing through cleaner Groupies sweating the king, Gucci sweats in the beamer Gucci links on my neck, herringbone with the Nefertiti piece With the diamonds, and rubies out of the freezer Uh, my nautical column starts from sharpest decreasing Creases the thought of a dollar sparks interest Though we never had interest in college talks We still tryna bring that drop out, look how I walk I'm a hustler [Verse 2: Mark Battles] Hey Los bro give me a beat I make something out of nothing, used to live in the street Tryna ménage with mills like Nicki and Meek Our precision with division till the mission complete Two vixens a week, been discrete so she hope it's a fling Wide asleep, I'm too focused to dream Doing shots, I don't notice a thing Eyes drop when I float to the scene So much swag yeah the boy he turned Los to a king That's my n***a for life, I need five for a show and I ain't dropping a price To me these n***as light, I don't feed into hype If you got it and I want it I'll see you tonight right I'll flat line em like a hyphen I don't need to write this, off the head like ISIS Ten for my likeness, two hundred for the Nikes She tryna be my wifey, these hoes don't excite me... (Music)