Reppin King Los

[Hook]
I’m throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I’m just doing it for my section
I’m reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I’m reppin for the crib
Yea I’m reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cause you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?

[Verse 1 - Los]
LOS!
I’m out that back up, back up
Get away from the *blaka blaka*, get it straight
Niggas need to get a cake, get the crack in the day
Put crack in the cat, push back to the Yay
Where they hug blocks, buww shots
Hustle all day, scream fuck cops
Run shots, hitting in the hole
Niggas ain't never had enough guap
What pops? household?
Niggas ain't never had a whole house
Lights off, rent due
Landlord said we gotta roll out
And its cold out, what the fuck
Roll out, button up
Zone out, toughen up
No doubt, fuck is up
Uh, my niggas get it from them Cuban dudes
Push squares on blocks, then flip them like a rubiks cube!
Before I took a milli it was silly on the beat
Keep it trilly, man my niggas had a milli in the streets
Theres some things about my past that feel really incomplete
But if you stomping me to death you couldn’t kill me with defeat
I’m from Baltimore city ain't nobody stopping this flight
Best rapper alive, you don’t like it, we could fist fight