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King Los – Without Me Lyrics

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King Los – Without Me Lyrics
Without Me Lyrics by King Los
[Intro]
Yeah, how you gonna do this s**t
without me?
[Hook/Chorus]
How you gon’ do this s**t without
me? (x4)
Study all my s**t and pretend you
forgot about me (x2)
[Verse 1]
Ring around the rosy, roundhouses and
Ronda Rousey
N****s try to kick it this wicked, but
don’t arouse me
That s**t be making me drowsy, all
your s**t be making me drown
Bandannas and army jackets and they
attacking us
Packed the blades and suited for war,
ain’t no slacking up
Beyonce say formal formation, so I
back her up
But this beyond say and formation it’s
time to back it up
They want n****s back on the bull,
we tell ’em pack me up
My son is Ethiopian, baby mama from
Africa
Who to stop a n***a now? They need
a miracle
The frequency too high, this s**t is
really getting spiritual
Yeah we all sinners but you ought to
repent
That’s why I bend all your orders and
I ordered the Bent
They don’t want me to soar, but that
sword in my strength
Ready for war, flow filthy like the
water in Flint
Shine like the sun ’cause I’m from that
Flow like the river, pardon my pun
(net?)
Was Pun’s last name and the son’s
Chris
If orange the new black then I’m
Sunkist
Dumb rich, gold in my blood on some
stunt s**t
One fist, high in the sky rise above
s**t
Tough s**t, I’ve been through it, been
through enough s**t
All my homies push that bass like
when the drum hit
[Hook/Chorus]
How you gon’ do this s**t without
me? (x3)
Study all my s**t then pretend you
forgot about me (x3)
[Verse 2]
They say I thug too hard, that’s how
you made me
‘Cause when I love too hard, that’s
how you slave me
And (God puts the gorgeous pun I ?)
And you thought the b******t gon’
slide
I’m giving out courses on fly
Your boy sit on horses and ride
Royces with oysters on wrists in Paris
I hope that these carrots is good for
your eyes
A n***a Ja real
Yeah I pioneer ’cause I use my (pie
meal?)
Just to block you n****s, run seventy-
nine drills
And find a way to hate you but never
could find chill
Every line filled with landmines, every
time ill
And b*****s be chasing me like the
’79 bill
Cosby, (artly?) we all sleep, aren’t we?
[Bridge]
Raised up in the ghetto
Faced the matrix in Gepetto
Taught to take s**t and we settle
Too complacent, hit the pedal
Push that gas in the race for the race
Bring love back in the place of the
hate
Don’t like us, then you make a mistake
We whipping up pies an’ we making a
cake
To make a deposit to take to the bank
But I don’t need money, I’m rich in
my soul
F**k all of my garments, I’m switching
my clothes
To the robe of a king, the throne, the
ring and the crown
Get thrown in a ring in a crowd
I know you’re here for dinner, ain’t
prepared for winter
Rise up out and ride around
unpolished
Pop my collars
Dropped out of college, got my
knowledge in my (talks?)
[Outro]
How you gon’ do this s**t without
me? (x3)
Study all my s**t then pretend you
forgot about me (x3)
How you gon’?

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