How It Goes King Los (Ft. Arin Ray)

[Chorus: Arin Ray]
Yeah
Ridin' everyday in the streets with my niggas like
We give a fuck about a crooked cop like [??] for them niggas like
Yeah-ah-ah
Watch out for the one time, for the one time [??]
Growing up on this side, nigga, you know how it goes
This is how it goes
This is how it goes
This is how it goes
This is how it goes

[Verse 1: King Los]
Little black boy dribble ball, chase dream
A little black boy, pitching raw, chase cream
Little black boy love mama, got papi
A little black boy love drama, pop shotty
Little black boy need fun, need pain
To grow like a flower, need sun, need rain
A little black boy turned a little you man
That's a mighty big gun for them little young hands
He said, 'This is for my enemies. They might just saw it come'
When the beef is this fresh, plus the night is all young
Yeah, they might be [??] up, yeah, they might be off one
Catch me slipping, rather take a fucking life like your last one
That's a mighty deep perspective, that's a mighty sharp tongue
You could be [??] on the beat just like a sharp tongue
Tell your people 'bout it, help your people out
Several people doubt it, I believe in [??] every evil [??]