jozlah - king of mty lyrics
[verse 1]
haven’t you heard the devil always come back for a soul?
that’s why i’m here again, taking all the control
made a greater comeback than the buffalo bills
one year outta this game just helped me upgrade my sk!lls
“it was written” for me, to be “criminal minded”
got a carrier “blueprint”, getting head in the backstage
there’s no “life after death”, so “get rich or die tryin” n+gga
step in the area, so we can play “da shining” n+gga
the most hated in the world spitting ny flows
got myself more respect from santa lucia to houston
got new hommies and new enemies
ironically, those breaking bread with me now tryna ruin me
now picture me, rolling with my g’s
mortal gang selling addictive cds like pcp
24/7 on my grind, ’till i d+i+e
king of mty, ain’t n0body doing it like me n+gga
[chorus]
hit mics like ted koppel, rifle expert
let off the eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it’s spiteful
ringleader set it off, rap derek jeter
[verse 2]
i’m fighting for my throne with my own method man
ny in my brain, that’s my state of mind all day
i don’t sell crack, i sell rhythm and bars
but they’re so addictive i got the dea playing my tracks
my product is purer than heisenberg’s, 100%
i’m my own business man, my own f+ckin chef
c+cking hits all day ’till i have a porsche
when you see red i only see green, colorblindness
welcome to my area, mortal gang show no mercy now
you gon’ get shot in the chest if you f+ck with us
we grew up in a tougher hood than the bronx
chosen one, raised to be the realest og in nuevo león
i got fake n+ggas like hostages pointing them with a glock
fill my bags and i’ll reconsider k!lling all these hoes
this what you get for disrespecting my legacy
big jozlah ain’t playing, he talks about breaking the law g
[chorus]
hit mics like ted koppel, rifle expert
let off the eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it’s spiteful
ringleader set it off, rap derek jeter
[outro]
dispatcher: stockton police, how can i help you?
man: i have three hostages, an ar+15, c+4 with a dead man switch. i want 100k in a clear plastic bag
dispatcher: i’m sorry?
man: i have three hostages, an ar+15 and a 100… sorry… and c+4. i want 100k in a clear plastic bag
dispatcher: what’s your name?
man: it’s irrelevant
Random Lyrics
- yoon jong shin - 이별연습 (breakup practice) lyrics
- robert pollard - lips of joy lyrics
- sashadidntwakeup - день за днём lyrics
- swingrowers - chiovi lyrics
- robert pollard - this place has everything lyrics
- jordan richard & loge - goodbyes lyrics
- brothertiger - pyre lyrics
- alphaz_marc lyrics lyrics
- philly-ndl - hair relaxer lyrics
- terrorismo sónico - descontra lyrics