Pink Matter Freestyle lyrics

[Los]
I ain't say nothin baby
Badboy sh*t, Los haha
Pay attention (please do)

I’m just here to announce that you’re now near cool n*gga
The year of the cool n*gga is back
Yeah, the cool n*gga I’m rare
But rarely I feel a need to prove n*ggas is whack
Except for maybe this time, yeah maybe this rhyme
Will be a little different than the rest of em
Pay attention, this one of the best of em
The rest of em get too much rest, I’m restless
That’s less rest unless I get rest from this necklace
Or this reckless life that we live
To keep a n*gga on some stress sh*t
Motherf*ckin right, I think that I’m the best b*tch
I had a talk with the sun like son
I son n*ggas’s like sunlight
Coming from the sun
He just said son, light one
Umm, could I, yeah, light up the world like a good idea
In the hood out here, it’s a lot of darkness
Lot of raining, l-l-lot of sparking, lot of aiming
Blap, blap, blap, blap, I’m talking whole blocks
Is going down like hoes tops
In known bops, the chrome pops on n*ggas
Cause n*ggas don’t box
But will box a n*gga, I miss my own pops
My own box of jewelry shines like good deeds
Indeed, the hood breeds, envy, the good seeds
Entry, to bad soil, but keep it mad loyal, I feel bad for you
I’ma venus gorilla, dipped in Da Vinci
Were poor like a n*gga who really could wheelie 10 speeds
Or 10 keys flipping, catching the fan’s attention
Cause n*ggas whipping 6 speeds, let this b*tch breathe
Never too clever, move better, live different, do better
Big difference, 2 letters, dig this one
ID, I declare war on n*ggas
I see, a major lack of ID
There, f*ck it place the IV, here, one drip of this real sh*t'll
Trickle and fill, a whole village, so pop in a chill pill
We steal or go pillage, my Steelers go get em the steal a go with em like
Like feel the dope rhythm in your veins
n*gga I’m from murda, my n*gga I’m familiar
You n*ggas unfamiliar, you n*ggas owe me big time
My n*gga I should bill ya
n*gga I should build a mother f*cking glass case
Cause these n*ggas can’t touch me in the last place
Nor in the first place, nor in the first way
Nor in a first verse, Porsche going skert, skert
Your ho going slurp, slurp, short lil skirt, skirt
Your boy gon murk, murk
I just kill everything
Now how the f*ck you n*ggas kings if I just built everything
I just chilled everything, still everything, but on everything
Y’all n*ggas steal everything, what the f*ck?
What the bucks got you doing your best
Impersonation of another n*gga, that’s impersonating another n*gga
Cause that n*gga doing the best at the moment
b*tch I’m zoning, b*tch it’s morning
Wake up, break up your mad face n*gga, you mad face n*gga
You back of the line ass last place n*gga
Your car prolly ain’t got the gas straight n*gga
And all my coupes on cash-trate n*gga
I don’t mean to be mean
The Beamer seat green, the MCM black, my jewelry you see creaming
My Jeep you see screens, Stockton, Malone
You know, a little 2 door ain’t never hurt nothing
You ain’t never heard stunting like this
The n*ggas just like me, ain’t nothing like this
The n*ggas just like me, they ain’t nothing like this
Fronting this like ain’t hit your soul n*gga
You lose control n*gga, you f*ck around with a n*gga like me
Going down tonight, we’re going down tonight
And all my b*tches say, all my little b*tches say
Yeah, yeah, all my little b*tches say, all my little b*tches say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See a n*gga like me, a soul n*gga, a soul n*gga
You spell Los backwards and that’s sol n*gga, oh n*gga
On the low n*gga, I rock too much low n*gga
Oh sh*t, here I go, with another freestyle flow
Off the dome n*gga
The wrong n*gga, the right n*gga
The left n*gga get left there
Left tight, n*gga if you f*ck with me, that’ll be your last night
n*gga, that’s right, in the past life, I will ask Christ
Why are we here? Why do we fear?
The sh*t we don’t know
Who over to go all day, kill em n*ggas
Like, but love it
I mean, it’s just different, go