[Los]
Listen okay, last time I Hustled Hard ‘cause rappers just pussy
And The Crown Ain’t Safe in the hood, what’s goody?
Uh, I picture my goal, picture this go getter. Y’all n***as is slow
I’m pitching this no hitter. No n***a paint pictures with this fly repetition;
Don’t I paint the perfect picture like it’s high definition?
I’m too Jurassic, future classic, class-act, Louie backpack - do the math
Bitch, don’t make me black ‘cause it’s ugly. I’m back on my study
Loosen up the snap backs, back to the skullies
Make me flashback to the Lacs and the Cudi’s
Don’t make me relax, and run laps around dummies
Relapse, he’s back, it’s a wrap for you mummies
Weak rappers, ease back to the background for me, trying to handle more biz
So I can get that Rolls(Rose) on them 23’s - something like Amber on Wiz
Crown ain’t safe, so all you n***as screaming out you "got next"
Tell them I said now it ain’t safe! I eat off rap, I eat rappers
Keep snapping, so keep slacking, I’m lap running and speed bagging
Heavy bagging, body hooking and left jabbing
Make you miscount an attack, then I step back in it’s one hit, two hit
Three, hit you four like a one dick, two chick, threesome these whores
One watch, two chains like a three degree breeze
I’m the one air like the 23’s on my sneakers!
It's a lot of Big K.R.I.T.(c)'s every time the kid blink, another comment
Talkin the Kid’s Ink. Fuck y’all think? I get the job done
I ain’t make XXL but they can’t God(guard) son, it’s game time, y’all pretending to ball
I got a flow that school boys, no Kendrick Lamar. Oh, let me stop it
I’m just killing every topic. I ain’t dissing, I ain’t bitching if a n***a dissing me
I don’t know ‘cause I ain’t listen, I ain’t missing, I ain’t missing
I’m the n***a with a mission, got a plan and a vision
I want the crown, you don’t understand that? Fuck it, I want the ground
N***as run around blocks, I run the town
I don’t chase a dream n***a, I hunt it down and never close an eyelid
Never met Los, you never known fly shit, but try this on;
See how its fitting you could never be number two so see, I ain’t shitting
You could only be number one and I see why it’s pissing you... off
Soft n***as lack the backbone and the heart, you don’t even act grown in your thoughts
In this movie the n***a that act wrong get the part(Depart), hope we can take two
No "Drama Queen", you'll get director cut, I don’t mean behind the scenes
I’ve been doing this shit since Francis and Yao Ming, 80’s baby, fly on the low life
Tracy McGrady’s eye on the low, when I had gold teeth and I was high on the 'dro
And my big homie had a whole pie on the stove. Had my eye on the goal
Hog tie on the floor and even when I ain’t drive, I walk fly on a ho, Los!