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king los - pac man lyrics

[hook]
beat the whole frame up (pac man)
reap for your main sl-t (pac man)
peeped all your chain up (pac man)
heat da heat da whole game up (pac man)

all these hoes i got to like one
all these blunts i got to light one
all these guns i got to shoot one
all these n-gg-s ghost when i come
all these n-gg-s ghost when i come
all these n-gg-s ghost when i come
all these shots i got to hit some
all that shades you got to get sun
all this sauce i got to drip some
all you n-gg-s sound like my sons

[verse 1]
i am invincible d-mn near invisible
say the word, i’d off his head i’m a man of my principle (talk to ‘em)
top scholars versus the pop stylist
doing video you need a pop stylist
if a n-gg- wrote a verse for you, you a dub n-gg-
you are not a top fiver
no, no keep your lips locked in
god flow on you n-gg-s for your hip hop sins, ugh
i ain’t nothing like you n-gg-s need a school bus to pick all my clones up
k!ll a rapper, bury his -ss, get bored then dig all the bones up
ain’t n-body that can 101 me, everyone that want me better zone up
if you say it, n-gg- own up, i’ma make it feel like your father picked the phone up
and caught you lil’ n-gg-s talking grown stuff
god, i have to help you find my sk!ll
god, help these helpless n-gg-s with these calcified pineals argh!
diet diet diet diet, you should try it, i got the holiest reasons
all of you n-gg-s diseases, getting bodied by the holiest vegan

[hook]
who is god? black man
run through you all (pac man)
beat the whole frame up (pac man)
reap for your main sl-t (pac man)
peeped all your chain up (pac man)
heat da heat da whole game up (pac man)

[verse 2]
okay, any person that try to f-ck with your man
i son son and bury son under the sand
what i’m saying is when sun come up anyone can get tan
you know they selling melanin for 400 grand
i be getting to the bands thinking like a mad man
can see the white man k!ll another black man
when a black man k!ll a black man that’s a backhand
to the face fake n-gg- face the reality
only one race that can race to the galaxy
n-gg- really want that smoke come challenge me
i ain’t got no time to battle n-gg-s one at a time
so whoever want it the most come to the front of the line
i just close my eyes and say the sh-t that come to my mind
i got a 100 in them drum or, keep on something divine
got my finger stopped to the trigger quickly stacked to the pir
’til you n-gg-s try to come for my shine
straight crack when i come with the vibe, skrt, skrt ,skrt quick but partnership be studded inside
b-tch it’s a war if you flinch, sh-t can get more than intense
spray paint these walls on the side of the white house
like b-tch we need water in flint (show nuff)
who’s the master? who’s the rappers using the m-sses with abusive rap sh-t?
my n-gg-s push the base like producers do trap sh-t
we build pyramids no moving backward (p-ssy)

- king los lyrics

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