King Los - Black Lights lyrics

[Intro] Dear all you little rappers here I’m finna black light [?] in the atmosphere turning the black lights [Verse 1] Too cool I hula hoop with Cuban chains Who can changes the frequency and move the game? Who maneuver through the pain? Who the truest to the name? Who do you, do you, do you acclaim, you are lame? You, and you, and you, and you the same? Oh f** it homie do your thang I ain’t in got stressed for this one I be bumpin’ Dipset depessedy dipson Flexing different, make you n***as cut a check to kick it Man tell ’em it’s a easy run If you the best you the easy one I’m a n***a with a attitude, I Snoop, Cube, Dre and Eazy son Line ’em up like the Yeezy’s coming Got ’em shook like Jesus coming f** peace, get a piece or something Everyday we smoking least of onion Get some vegan piece of Mac and cheese or something Can’t believe the day imagine me with nothing Heaters bucking in my hood and we was ducking We fin’ coming, repercussions squeeze the drum and Make it even, even preachers running I take the kids and teach ’em something Down f**in’ with me for nothing We agree to this on me to leave ’em something Keep it coming, keep it coming Ain’t no secret f**in’ with me, and I’ma Ether something Even keep it peaceful feed me beats and keep me blunted God body, God body, the young God hard body Hard top big body, talk tough get body She down to be in my DMs, John Gotti, Yo Gotti My Saint Laurent go prolly, I ain’t playing with nobody I’ma f** around and had to murk a n***a Make a verse ’bout one of you n***as and go hurt a n***a It don’t concern a n***a in about the paper player hater Perpetrator greatest innovator ever n***a Get down like James Brown in “Funky” Man watch you girlfriend ’cause she want me And you’re not me, you can’t stop me May you who was on me gon’ block me They drop so co*ky, it’s not me I did not need to say that But I take the drop-top to the top speed And to catch me you need godspeed If you b**h stare, I shift clauses and switch gear like a five speed I don’t dig these artist n***as push my bu*tons and get me started but my cause greater This shea mechanics of a n***a in the hood is known to take your b**h to alternator God body, God body, who is God? Y’all prolly— Think God exist, outside y’all body I ain’t playing with nobody Yellow Lambo red Ferrari, look like KYLE and Lil Yachty Heard your metaphors and your punches I ain’t diggin’ out a damn line Jesus Christ wouldn’t cross me And I’ma blow up ’cause I landmine Allah align the stars create the path Made sunshine from many moons Through your soul all it is a sacred math Wait wait hold up let me take that back I said Jesus crosses Allah Allah align stars, suns, moons (Bars) Made sunshine, mars And your soul is all sacred math Is cosmic because the solar is sacred math I could out Ramadan and break his fast Excuse my french like my Moroccan brother ‘Bout to make fans dessert rappers like that album cover Y’all don’t deserve me, y’all n***as lame My sh** too early, my sh** is turfing Only way I’m a f**-up as if I do that sh** on purpose Wish these n***as purpose, most these n***as worthless f** we gon’ do when all that sh** deserve us Man you lie, man you really hurt us I should serve you as you would diss for dips serves I should go and get your b**h some dick service, n***a Make it coming give me a mouth and lip serves Calis p**y n***as hop above my set I am from the hood where ain’t no fathers at But I’m at just like my father met I’ll be flexing thinking that I’m Hercules While your momma clap, just like my momma clump Think I’m a chump, how you wanna act? Oh Hercules! Hercules! Hercules! Moor Bars