[Verse 1: Los]
I'm really on my bullshit, I'm an asshole
The way a nigga shining, I don't even have a shadow
I'm too bright to follow, your boo like to swallow
She come rub my wood first, do like Apollo
You too light, too shallow, who you call fight here?
Any less feeling and your raps would be a light beer
I got ‘em by a light year, and yeah I really got it
You the last day of a period, nigga you barely spotted
I'm murder on a notepad, your favorite rappers toe-tag
And jewelry, Louie V shoe, belt, coat, bag
Fresh off the boat swag, wavy than a motherfucker
My raps Roc (rock) Nations, no Jay-Z in this motherfucker
Okay, nigga get ya weight up, you frail and embarrassing
You ain't nothing like Los, you pale in comparison
Never go against Los, hail him and cherish him
I'm soning rappers, how the fuck I fail to encourage ‘em?
Your garments is awful, try to shop where I shop
Your pockets'll break fast, omelets and waffles
Make bread, break bread, I bring mine to dinner
Hit the Gucci store and cop the spring line in the winter
I buy what you lease out, you dream what I rent out
Basement ass niggas always screaming at the penthouse
Piss me off, I'mma start naming niggas now
And anybody can get it like I'm aiming in the crowd
Put a lion in a cage, you can't tame him if he wild
You can strap me to a gurney, you can chain a nigga down
If a gangster nigga quiet, and the lamest niggas loud
Then a silence on the scope and I'm aiming for the crown
Motherfucker
I'm really on my bullshit, I'm an asshole
The way a nigga shining, I don't even have a shadow
I'm too bright to follow, your boo like to swallow
She come rub my wood first, do like Apollo
You too light, too shallow, who you call fight here?
Any less feeling and your raps would be a light beer
I got ‘em by a light year, and yeah I really got it
You the last day of a period, nigga you barely spotted
I'm murder on a notepad, your favorite rappers toe-tag
And jewelry, Louie V shoe, belt, coat, bag
Fresh off the boat swag, wavy than a motherfucker
My raps Roc (rock) Nations, no Jay-Z in this motherfucker
Okay, nigga get ya weight up, you frail and embarrassing
You ain't nothing like Los, you pale in comparison
Never go against Los, hail him and cherish him
I'm soning rappers, how the fuck I fail to encourage ‘em?
Your garments is awful, try to shop where I shop
Your pockets'll break fast, omelets and waffles
Make bread, break bread, I bring mine to dinner
Hit the Gucci store and cop the spring line in the winter
I buy what you lease out, you dream what I rent out
Basement ass niggas always screaming at the penthouse
Piss me off, I'mma start naming niggas now
And anybody can get it like I'm aiming in the crowd
Put a lion in a cage, you can't tame him if he wild
You can strap me to a gurney, you can chain a nigga down
If a gangster nigga quiet, and the lamest niggas loud
Then a silence on the scope and I'm aiming for the crown
Motherfucker
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