Miss Me Freestyle

King Los

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    Okay...
    Born to be the nicest, you just idolize niggas
    Flow so righteous I could prophesize scripture
    They call me "Shooter" cause of how my lines hit ya
    Headshots every time like a wallet-sized picture
    Nigga, I was havin' dreams of foreign deep dishes
    When Biggie was havin' dreams of fuckin' R&B bitches
    I'm tryin' to write this move co-starrin' these riches
    I'll be damned if I ain't walked so far in this britches like
    I'm what bitches like, you're like what bitches are
    And since life is a bitch, it seems a bit bizarre
    That you don't have a life, the things in which you struggle with
    Bore me, I'll prob'ly master twice, did I slave and sacrifice?
    Is a slave's master white? We slaved so we mastered white
    I wonder will we still stay fresh to death in the afterlife?
    Pr-pr-probly not, so for now I'm thinkin' Bugatti drops
    Every night to party hop, menage two hottie pop
    My drop blue lollipop, you clock 'need you prob'ly cop [?]
    If you watchin' you prob'ly cops, if you jockin' you prob'ly cock
    Ridin' and I go hard like I'm ballin' in the play-offs
    Bitch, I'm goin' in like Carter when his J off
    For me it's easy as a lay-up to get you laid off
    Catch you while you laid up, then I let this 8 off
    Yeah I'm on my Adolf, kill em on them 24′s
    I'm Kobe when he took that 8 off and went to 24
    Ironically I've mastered the 8 off of a 24
    In other words a 16, damn that muhfucka Los
    Yeah that muhfucka cold, grab that muhfuckin' Chevy
    Gut that muhfucka out, dr-drop it muhfuckin' low
    Bring that muhfucka out, ride that muhfucka slow
    Like this muhfuckin' beat, unless of course yeah I go on
    Incredible shit, instead of bullshit
    Win championships then better forfeit, step into the pulpit
    Breeze to the hood niggas then to the corporate
    Lambo's, Ferrari's, Benz to the Porsche's
    Money make the fuckin' world spin and it's gorgeous
    Money make your fuckin' girl grin til you nauseous
    Then it's the choices that end in divorces
    So when you hear the revvin' from the engines in Porches
    Gone muhfucka, this one deep – go long muhfucka
    Guess ya pimp game ain't strong muhfucka
    Okay, farewell, so long muhfucka
    Shooter in this bitch, boy need I remind you?
    If I put you in a scope that don't mean I signed you
    Rest in peace to this beat, haul it off and chalk it
    I was all over this flow – wall to wall carpet
    SHOOTER

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