Released: August 14, 2010
Songwriter: King Los
Producer: S1 Kanye West
[Produced by Andrew Dawson, Jeff Bhasker, Kanye West, Mike Dean & S1]
[Los]
Okay, yeah, it just became unfair, let’s go
Burberry button 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
Fuck 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 niggas 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 death
I’m so hot I slept on the sun and almost froze to death
Shootin till no foes is left
Shootin till no opponents left
Hatin niggas hold ur breath
If you waiting for Los to
F-A-I-L, but I saved myself
Niggas 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 nigga when it’s time for us to eat we will
Now I’m writin 3 wills for sucka bustas and lames
R.I.P. to all you niggas that’s fuckin 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 fucking insane
Leave her sucking fucking a train
I fucked her up in the brain
Make her sucking fucking 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!
[Los]
Okay, yeah, it just became unfair, let’s go
Burberry button 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
Fuck 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 niggas 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 death
I’m so hot I slept on the sun and almost froze to death
Shootin till no foes is left
Shootin till no opponents left
Hatin niggas hold ur breath
If you waiting for Los to
F-A-I-L, but I saved myself
Niggas 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 nigga when it’s time for us to eat we will
Now I’m writin 3 wills for sucka bustas and lames
R.I.P. to all you niggas that’s fuckin 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 fucking insane
Leave her sucking fucking a train
I fucked her up in the brain
Make her sucking fucking 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!
more tracks from the album
From the album
- The Louis Vuitton Gift Pack (2010)
King Los popular songs
- Everybody’s A Bitch
- Fall For Your Type
- Don’t Get In My Way
- Burn Slow
- Weak
- Unthinkable
- Me Too
- Biggest Fan
- Black Blood
- King
- Can’t Fade Us
- Dope
- Glory to the Lord
- Monster Remix
- Dark Fantasy
- Like Me
- Disappointed
- Look At Me Now (Freestyle)
- Public Enemy Freestyle
- Bank Account (Remix)
- Puff Daddy Intro
- Dope Dealer
- Full Time Trappa
- Your Love