Pac Man King Los

[Chorus]
Beat the whole frame up (Pac Man)
Repo your main slut (Pac Man)
Deebo your chain up (Pac Man)
Eat the, eat the whole game up (Pac Man)
All these hoes I got to like one
All these blunts I got to light one
All these guns I got to shoot one
All these niggas ghost when I come
All these niggas ghost when I come
All these niggas ghost when I come
All these shots I got to hit some
All that shades you got to get sun
All this sauce I got to drip some
All you niggas sound like my sons

[Verse 1]
I am invincible damn near invisible
Say the word, I’d off his head I’m a man of my principle (talk to ‘em)
Top scholars versus the pop stylist
Do a video you need a pop stylist
If a nigga wrote a verse for you, you a dub nigga
You are not a top fiver
No, no keep your lips locked in
God flow on you niggas for your hip hop sins, ugh
I ain’t nothing like you niggas need a school bus to pick all my clones up
Kill a rapper, bury his ass, get bored then dig all the bones up
Ain’t nobody that can one on one me, everyone that want me better zone up
If you say it, nigga own up, I’ma make it feel like your father picked the phone up
And caught you lil' niggas talking grown stuff
God, I have to help you find my skill
God, help these helpless niggas with these calcified pineals argh!
Diet diet diet diet, you should try it, I got a whole list of reasons
All of you niggas diseases, getting bodied by a holistic vegan