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letra de r.a.s. - king los

[intro]
yo

[chorus]
i gave my everything to n-gg-s’ and got nothing in return
two years of being slept on, never got my turn
took two years off and said, “f-ck it i gotta’ learn”
sometimes i wonder why i was even f-ckin’ concerned
and that’s some real -ss sh-t (that’s some real -ss sh-t)
i pulled n-gg-s’ out the fire, gave ’em sh-t they couldn’t earn
buncha’ sh-t they ain’t deserve, i shoulda’ let them n-gg-s’ burn
that’s some real -ss sh-t (that’s some real -ss sh-t)
i gave my everything to n-gg-s’ and got nothing in return
two years of being slept on, never got my turn
that’s some real -ss sh-t
i gave my everything to n-gg-s’ and got nothing in return
but some suckas’ gotta’ drown, bustas’ gotta’ burn
(real -ss sh-t)

[verse 1]
ooh
i ain’t the king, n-gg-‘ how is that?
n-gg-s’ threw dirt on me, i brought ’em flowers back
you took the easy way out, i took the hard walk
you gotta’ take the long road to listen to god talk
both of my brothers in prison, i seen my mother cryin’
puff said this path get dark, that n-gg-‘ wasn’t lying
govern my mind and my body, my soul, my metaphysics
i’ve transcended dimensions n-gg-s have yet to visit
yes, it’s vivid, my essence exquisite, no pressure, precious exhibits, eclectic, prolific
my sonic aesthetic is different
your prior work is fireworks
when you ain’t shining, the thrill is gone, that’s how it works
everybody lookin’ up at the sky
for god to work
well i was made in the image of god, it gotta work
let me guess, you get the work for cheap
supply the work
b-tch i research, i cross-reference, apply the work
i got the spirit of a hurricane victim, this outta’ work
when that flood water up to you neck, its knowledge first
we gon’ see how your mind, your soul, your chakras work
when the whole world flooded, the f-ck is dollar worth?
n-gg-s talk all that hype, but i doubt it
put life inside your body, get life out it
put love inside your temple and find peace
well los, “where you find that knowledge?”
“it found me”
on god, money, war i prophesied it before
now i went from your tv screen to your front door
you give n-gg-s’ your whole soul and they want more
they ask me why i’m so hardcore

[chorus]
i gave my everything to n-gg-s and got nothing in return
two years of being slept on, never got my turn
took two years off and said, “f-ck it i gotta’ learn”
sometimes i wonder why i was even f-ckin’ concerned
and that’s some real -ss sh-t
i pulled n-gg-s out the fire, gave ’em sh-t they couldn’t earn
buncha’ sh-t they ain’t deserve, i shoulda’ let them n-gg-s burn
that’s some real -ss sh-t

- king los

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