Lord Knows Lyrics - Los

Uh 

I am King Los 

Ain't too much changed 

You know 

Except 

I'm driving in a thing with the roof clear 

And it's a new year 

Uh 

I can hear my father saying don't you dare cry 

Never wipe a tear, lift your chin and let 'em air dry 

Now I'm in that Maserati, driving like a Kamikaze 

Diamonds on me kinda rocky, blind you like the paparazzi 

Yeah bitch, get my picture from the dope side 

She said "What side?", Bitch, both sides! 

I know my soldiers will pop, so I never stress 

Even when I'm over the top, like a sweater vest 

Blessed is souls that left and those left wit me 

I skipped the over-night success, and I chose legacy 

Never worry, every obstacle is necessary 

I made the impossible possible, this is legendary 

Now these bitch niggas visibly shook 

Like "Who's this nigga pissing in the history books?" 

I said "Shit, nigga know what type of vision this took" 

Rich niggas only put this type of wisdom in books 

Look, welcome to the show I hope you got great seats 

Lord knows the boy Los loves killing Drake beats 

And Wayne beats, and Jay beats, and 'Ye beats 

My heart pumps blood through the cord on my Dre Beats 

I'm way deep, I shallow you petty rappers 

I'm the greatest collection of molecules ever gathered 

I'm the dopest artist, this I know for fact 

Cause even when I go my hardest, bitch I'm holding back 

Hold up, ain't know hold ups now 

Yo so what, Los so up now 

He ain't never coming down, when the king come around 

Bow down, Queen Roe so uptown 

Bet ya'll niggas know what it was, pull up in that Cuddy cause 

I'm bout to blow up like I'm Buddy Love 

You know I screech that thing, I'mma stunt 

Come on baby eat your greens, I eat that green like Mama Klump 

She said before you stuff your fucking face 

Make sure you say your fucking grace, I said 

Great God, God is so great 

And it's good to love God, good God, just don't hate 

I'm hardcore, I got heart to the core, nigga 

I look down at a mountain like it's a lil nigga 

If it's war, nigga call me red dot Los 

So precise, I still aim when I'm head-shot close 

Whoah, that could've meant danger for my foes 

Or been a metaphor for me aimin' for my goals 

No matter what you chose im who greats feel would come through 

I am to you now, the Shakespeare they once knew 

And I'm from the jungle, where all the hope's distorted 

So we ain't the only kings, just the most important 

No bullshit, nobody colder than me 

I can inspire the futures of those older than me 

While providing the future for those younger than me 

Bustas and suckas to suffer versus the hunger in me 

It's goin down, it's goin down, like the bungee popped 

Play me, I'll let the animal out like a Jumanji box 

This what you wanted, Pop? I could still off-his-head 

I just figured you'd rather me kill the charts instead 

So I'm just tossin' bread, and I'm flossin' bad 

Pop the top, look like I got to droppin' the Boston crab 

All I had was a dollar and a nightmare 

Now I got the power, and these cowards want me fight-fair 

I'm like word, you're weak asses 

I'm so cold, ice bergs give me heat flashes 

How these bitch-ass niggas saying they street rappers? 

I'm like who the fuck givin' out all these G passes? 

Gee Cassius, I'm Muhammad with these punchlines 

Sunny, listen, you Sonny Liston that one time 

One time, like Wyclef on "Killing Me Softly" 

She pop a pill, pop my cock in the grill and she stalk me 

Look doggy, I've been praying like Tebow 

Playing like T.O., haters predict your future but they faking like Cleo 

So now I'm so addicted, and it's all because of you if I can say it like Ne-Yo 

Uh, so to the left, to the left 

I'm coming for the crown, to the death, to the death 

I know it gets foul in the game, but you bitch niggas crying to the ref, to the ref 

And to the rest of the rest 

You ain't fucking with the boy, I'm the best of the best, motherfucker 

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Yeah, oh boy 

Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows 

Tighten up, niggas 

Get your bars right, your broads right 

Get your diamonds right and your cars right 

Get your hand right, get your cards right 

Cause we ain't even, bitch we at odds, right? 

That was a little freestyle just you know that was like 

That's how I'mma end this shit like 

I don't know I just did it 

Cause we just do it, nigga 

Go 

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