King Los - Born a King lyrics

Came in the game unclaimed by a DJ Mind of a hustler, I was trained in the PJ's My n***as untamed put that pot over the flame Whip it, flip it to a range Switch lanes on the freeway Lambo, man I want that Lambo, drop top Steppin' on you squares I gotcha number, hopscotch My block spot you squares roll up on your crew tonight f** your circle, we make squares roll like we shootin' dice We too precise when we get to clappin' them gauges You will never leave here like that sh** that happens in Vegas I get to swaggin on haters, grippin a**es in flavors If these n***as gettin' chips, than my sh**'s a sack of potatoes I'm steady by myself Everybody wanna be one n***a But one n***a wanna be everybody else But f** em Prison guards couldn't move these bars I'm so hot, set me on fire, it'll cool me off Truly dog, my b**h bad and my ride clean I mean clearly I ball, Visine Your rhyme schemes weak and you lack structure I'm out in SoHo, rare polo, black chuckers Gold chains, watches range the whole 9 Boy they call me mop and glow the way my flow shine Whole time I been studying the puns The Cannabis', the Nas', Jay-Z's, the Run's The Biggie's, the Pac's, the firm with Fox The old school Puff Daddy's, the Twista's, The LOX The Busta's, the Big L's, the Big Daddy Kane Slick Rick, the eyepatch, the big nasty chain All the to the LL's even to the Eminem's Back when Junior Mafia had littles C's and Kim and them I remember when rap was real, now it lack heart I'm talkin' bout the Kanye's, the Common's, the Black Thoughts Get rich or die trying, n***a that's the plan But even 50 Cent was grindin, bumpin Method Man Cash rules everything around me, blast tools Down to my last, make rounds till past dues Even do Wiz, he like a cool little Hendrix From Q to 112, to School Boy and Kendrick From Wale Folarin, to Wyclef and Lauren Had a Walter Payton flow, I was side steppin' on em I got a sk** set, you can't acquire these I done slept in a slaughter house with the Kweli's And I go hard with it too I leave the new school and learn to spar with the Wu The Rakim, the Kool G Rap's, you know The Blueprint Stomp a n***a out and leave KRS shoeprint f** that sh**, new bent, rollin' on some 20′s Cause these ratchet b**hes love to hear me talk about this money How I'm doggin' out these hunnies Louis, Gucci, Fendi If they ain't trappin' or bangin' Man these dudes is gettin' trendy I'm the nicest on the scene, flow priceless and it's mean Bars dirty like I'm doing life on Rikers with the fiends Every fiber of my being, every organ inside my entire body Probably from my mind to my spleen Is in line with my dream, inclined and it's keen To define what I mean, it's divine like a beam When it shine and it gleam From your time at the bottom to the climb that it bring I was designed as a king