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Los lyrics : "Born a King"

Came in the game unclaimed by a DJ
Mind of a hustler, I was trained in the PJ's
My ^!$$%s untamed put that pot over the flame

Whip it, flip it to a range
Switch lanes on the freeway
Lambo, man I want that Lambo, drop top

Steppin' on you squares I gotcha number, hopscotch
My block spot you squares roll up on your crew tonight
$#&@ your circle, we make squares roll like we shootin' dice

We too precise when we get to clappin' them gauges
You will never leave here like that %#@! that happens in Vegas
I get to swaggin on haters, grippin $$#es in flavors

If these ^!$$%s gettin' chips, than my %#@!'s a sack of potatoes
I'm steady by myself
Everybody wanna be one ^!$$%

But one ^!$$% wanna be everybody else
But $#&@ em
Prison guards couldn't move these bars

I'm so hot, set me on fire, it'll cool me off
Truly dog, my (*##$ bad and my ride clean
I mean clearly I ball, Visine

Your rhyme schemes weak and you lack structure
I'm out in SoHo, rare polo, black chuckers
Gold chains, watches range the whole 9

Boy they call me mop and glow the way my flow shine
Whole time I been studying the puns
The Cannabis', the Nas', Jay-Z's, the Run's

The Biggie's, the Pac's, the firm with Fox
The old school Puff Daddy's, the Twista's, The LOX
The Busta's, the Big L's, the Big Daddy Kane

Slick Rick, the eyepatch, the big nasty chain
All the to the LL's even to the Eminem's
Back when Junior Mafia had littles C's and Kim and them

I remember when rap was real, now it lack heart
I'm talkin' bout the Kanye's, the Common's, the Black Thoughts
Get rich or die trying, ^!$$% that's the plan

But even 50 Cent was grindin, bumpin Method Man
Cash rules everything around me, blast tools
Down to my last, make rounds till past dues

Even do Wiz, he like a cool little Hendrix
From Q to 112, to School Boy and Kendrick
From Wale Folarin, to Wyclef and Lauren

Had a Walter Payton flow, I was side steppin' on em
I got a skill set, you can't acquire these
I done slept in a slaughter house with the Kweli's

And I go hard with it too
I leave the new school and learn to spar with the Wu
The Rakim, the Kool G Rap's, you know The Blueprint

Stomp a ^!$$% out and leave KRS shoeprint
$#&@ that %#@!, new bent, rollin' on some 20′s
Cause these ratchet (*##$es love to hear me talk about this money

How I'm doggin' out these hunnies
Louis, Gucci, Fendi
If they ain't trappin' or bangin'

Man these dudes is gettin' trendy
I'm the nicest on the scene, flow priceless and it's mean
Bars dirty like I'm doing life on Rikers with the fiends

Every fiber of my being, every organ inside my entire body
Probably from my mind to my spleen
Is in line with my dream, inclined and it's keen

To define what I mean, it's divine like a beam
When it shine and it gleam
From your time at the bottom to the climb that it bring

I was designed as a king

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