Becoming King Lyrics - Los

If I could do one think in this world 

It would be to at least inspire one person 

Because it s not about how bad you want something 

How bad you want something it s meaningless, it s pointless 

If how bad you re willing to work for the thing you want 

Isn t ten times as intense as how bad you want it 

I can t sell you desire, I can t bottle up passion 

And give it to you in the form of some magic potion 

The only thing that can quench hunger is more hunger 

And every trial, every tribulation, everything you go through 

Is necessary in life 

Because it s the lessons that you get from those things that most people 

Can t and will not endure 

Embrace it, I urge you all to embrace it 

Because it s the one thing that will allow you to become king 

I just copped a Chevy, that bitch like sweet potato pie 

Don t believe them haters lies, I m stepping like 

Made a baby boy I got it covered like a radar eye 

Call my peace, they known to carry beef like a Jamaican spot 

I m sick of discussing because I m thinking this shit ain t spit as quick as it s coming 

I m bringing niggas to heaven, I m making wishes, I m bugging 

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Third on my name ain t deplorable, bitch I m co-signed to go my first album 

I flip on my haters, did they fuck it? I just go dumb like they saying in the bay 

Bumping E40, three shorties in my 750, I m 730, that s 20 left but no 20 s only 

Get your head right but get some money on it 

Say, I play secretary, get the paper, little nigga bought AI, may I? 

Bring a hoe down, don t pay her, play her, from the motherfucking Himalaya, ok? 

Kill every rapper I see, it s a wrap 

When I catch em, I m wrapping my hands around their neck 

As they chocking I m rapping the classic 

They wrapping like candy that s wrapped in that plastic 

I m rapping Jurassic bars, classic cars 

Bad ass bitches and nasty broads 

Ratchet hoes to keep the ration low 

You know how I handle it bout to have me go, nigga 

My haters love me, I built them niggas 

I fought with lions and killed them niggas 

You ask for joy, I ask for pain 

You love the sun, I beg for rain 

Can t take my passion, can turn me from my dreams 

They left me with nothing, I still done my thing 

Pussy niggas, one more thing 

This what it takes when you become a king 

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