King Los - Disappointed Lyrics
[Intro]It's that shit that make you feel like you can levitateEvery king needs his theme musicLet that bass workTake your time with itSee, patience is a virtueAnd I've been as patient as I can beSee in the midst of the chaos and confusionThe lust for the fame and the glorySome of y'all done lost focusI'm disappointed...[Hook]I'll burn 100 thousand just for my enjoymentY'all niggas need to call me, come get some employmentI work way too hard to let a ***** destroy itY'all niggas out here slippin', I'm disappointed(The shit you rockin' and the chicks you knockin') I'm disappointed(Niggas watchin' other men's pockets) I'm disappointed(Remember that a real nigga told you...) I'm disappointed(You disregarded the shit I showed you) I'm disappointed[Verse 1]My niggas follow a code of ethics with loaded weaponsWatch your tongue when we're speaking, don't even show agressionLord, emotional king, it's sicker than how I get itI bury money then ***** around and forgot I did itMy ***** is trained your ***** is on tranqsYour ***** is plain, my ***** is on planesI move different and breathe differentNiggas cut me, I ***** around and bleed different[Hook][Verse 2]Listen... haters best get on your jobThey can't seem to keep up with all the shit I'm doing, niggaMy family organization is like the mobKeep one eye open, just call me Slick Rick The Ruler, niggaI can get a little *****y pulling off in my Kawasaki$1000 bottles of Sake, takin' shots to the head like RockyProbably with your *****... I put this dick in herAnd she just got baptized, I Luda-Christened herI'm the commissioner when it comes to spitting sick barsMy product potent like trusted dealers that flip rawAnd I'm spending fast as I'm getting 'cause tomorrow's not promisedToday, nigga, what you think we make these hits for?Ironically, seems like my life's all entertainmentBetter that then having to show up for arraignmentThat ***** I'm leaving with is not the ***** I came withMe, Los and Diddy, we got it, nigga, you name it[Hook][Verse 3]Peep the cycle, I'll beat the psycho of every child smotheredWhat I perfected I done injected into my child's motherThem clouds hover, she got a deal on some fly shitSo in turn, my son saw a world tour before I didOpen your eyelids, try to figure this king outFive months in the womb, and my son was living my dreams outWrote a recipe for all the dramas I stepped throughCooked up something special and sent my mama to chef schoolCheck who? Nigga, my stripes' part of my gameAll my dark nights turned to white parties in SpainAt the villa chillin', soakin' it inLike I don't know where the infinity pool ends or the ocean beginsMight send your ***** back with the wrap from the transportThem packs in her JanSport and some stamps on her passportYou past short, that's why I rock for the setI'm connected in high places like Wi-Fi on a jet (king)[Hook]
