King Los - Becoming King

Becoming King Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay yo, yo like
If I could do one thing in this world
It would be to at least inspire one person
Because it’s not about how bad you want something
How bad you want something is meaningless, it’s pointless
If how bad you’re willing to work for the thing you want isn’t
Ten times as intense as how bad you want it
I can’t sell you desire
I can’t bottle up passion and give it to you
In the form of some magic potion
The only thing that can quench hunger is more hunger
And every trial, every tribulation
Everything you go through is necessary in life
Because it’s the lessons that you get from those things
That most people can’t and will not endure
Embrace it, I urge you all to embrace it
Because it’s the one thing that will allow you to become king

[Verse]
I just copped a Chevy, that bitch like sweet potato pie
Don’t believe them haters lies, I’m steppin like a
Bayed a baby boy I got it covered like a raider, I
Call my piece, they known to carry beef like a Jamaican spot
I’m sick of discussin’, because
I’m thinking this shit and spit as quick as it’s comin’
I’m breakin’ niggas in half, and I’m makin’ wishes I’m buggin’
I tell them niggas get ready, they bout to witness the ugliest shit
Third on my name ain’t that fly, but broke bitch, I’m just co-signed
And then gon’ drop my first album
Gon flip all my haters today, I just go dumb like they say in the bay
Bumpin E-40, got three shorties, in my 750 I’m 730
That’s 20 left but no 20s on it
Get your head right, or get some money on it
Say I, play secretary get the paper
Little nigga ballin like AI, may I
Break a ho down, don’t pay her,
Playa, from the motherfuckin’ Himalayas, ok-ya
Kill every rapper I see, it’s a wrap
When I catch them I’m wrapping my hands ’round they neck
As they chokin, I’m rappin this classic
They rappin’ like candy that’s wrapped in that plastic
I’m rappin’ Jurassic bars, classic cars
Bad ass bitches and nasty brauds
Ratchet hoes to keep the rations low
You know how hate about to have me go nigga
My haters love me, I built them niggas
I fucked with lions, and killed them niggas
You ask for joy, I ask for pain
You love the sun, I bathe for rain
Can’t take my passion, deter me from my dreams
They left me with nothin, I still done my thing
Pussy niggas, one more thing
This what it takes, when you become a king

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