Letra de 'Miss Me Freestyle' de King Los

Okay...
Born to be the nicest, you just idolize niggas
Flow so righteous I could prophesize scripture
They call me "Shooter" cause of how my lines hit ya
Headshots every time like a wallet-sized picture
Nigga, I was havin' dreams of foreign deep dishes
When Biggie was havin' dreams of fuckin' R&B bitches
I'm tryin' to write this move co-starrin' these riches
I'll be damned if I ain't walked so far in this britches like
I'm what bitches like, you're like what bitches are
And since life is a bitch, it seems a bit bizarre
That you don't have a life, the things in which you struggle with
Bore me, I'll prob'ly master twice, did I slave and sacrifice?
Is a slave's master white? We slaved so we mastered white
I wonder will we still stay fresh to death in the afterlife?
Pr-pr-probly not, so for now I'm thinkin' Bugatti drops
Every night to party hop, menage two hottie pop
My drop blue lollipop, you clock 'need you prob'ly cop [?]
If you watchin' you prob'ly cops, if you jockin' you prob'ly cock
Ridin' and I go hard like I'm ballin' in the play-offs
Bitch, I'm goin' in like Carter when his J off
For me it's easy as a lay-up to get you laid off
Catch you while you laid up, then I let this 8 off
Yeah I'm on my Adolf, kill em on them 24′s
I'm Kobe when he took that 8 off and went to 24
Ironically I've mastered the 8 off of a 24
In other words a 16, damn that muhfucka Los
Yeah that muhfucka cold, grab that muhfuckin' Chevy
Gut that muhfucka out, dr-drop it muhfuckin' low
Bring that muhfucka out, ride that muhfucka slow
Like this muhfuckin' beat, unless of course yeah I go on
Incredible shit, instead of bullshit
Win championships then better forfeit, step into the pulpit
Breeze to the hood niggas then to the corporate
Lambo's, Ferrari's, Benz to the Porsche's
Money make the fuckin' world spin and it's gorgeous
Money make your fuckin' girl grin til you nauseous
Then it's the choices that end in divorces
So when you hear the revvin' from the engines in Porches
Gone muhfucka, this one deep – go long muhfucka
Guess ya pimp game ain't strong muhfucka
Okay, farewell, so long muhfucka
Shooter in this bitch, boy need I remind you?
If I put you in a scope that don't mean I signed you
Rest in peace to this beat, haul it off and chalk it
I was all over this flow – wall to wall carpet
SHOOTER