K.O.M.O. (King of My Own)

I'm in the booth strapped up like a mother fucker man
All my guns on me ya heard me
Desparato type shit

Let me tell ya a li something bout me
I came from the gutter, raised by my brothers, came out the struggle
All my niggas like leaves on trees, only hang with each other
Stayed into trouble, nigga almost killed me when i was 15 but i ain't no sucker
Came back bussing, keep a straight face with the a.k. case a nigga think i'm bluffing
Age ain't nothing, i been through a lot
Bartender, i send you a shot
Hair trigger, killing the ops
Like pigeons, i'll shit on ya block
Yeah, on the run from the cops
Shit I been on the run for a month
Sonning niggas with the glock
Shit now you a dumb son of a gun
Yeah, Put the stick to ya flesh like a virus
All of my weed from the islands
All of my niggas are violent
Open ya chest like a pirate
I'm fly as a jet imma pilot
Necklace switch up the climate
Me and the clique living righteous

Lotta friends did me wrong, had to leave em alone
My li bitch left me alone, but ain't tripping we grown
For my city put on, did this shit on my own
Imma king of my own, fitta sit on my throne
If i put the clip in the chrome, put the that shit to ya dome
Talking slick to my dog, split ya shit to the bone
Dropping dick on a shone, while she still in her thong
Imma king of my own, fitta sit on my throne

It ain't a question, the realest who in it
Paper the best im the man of my city
Quit with the guessing go head and admit it
When i'm under pressure no sweat i be chilling
Be deep in that pussy whenever i'm in it
Sleep in that pussy my head on her titties
Wake up then go get it i'm back on the block
Still on my job i'm back on the clock
Getting this gwuap, like fuck who don't like it
Dripping in sauce, honey & spicey
Never been flaw, never been trifling, never do shit that'll come back and bite me
No that ain't likely
Say no that ain't like me
Soo many clips can make a movie, i'm sort of like spike lee
Ay bru, where the hell you from
Look nigga let me tell you something
If you ain't from my block, don't come on my block, unless i'm fitta sell you something
Free the real my homies, my dogs, my niggas, my whoodies
They say all the real in jail or dead, but i'm still here, just lonely
But i'm on it

Lotta friends did me wrong, had to leave em alone
My li bitch left me alone, but ain't tripping we grown
For my city put on, did this shit on my own
Imma king of my own, fitta sit on my throne
If i put the clip in the chrome, put the that shit to ya dome
Talking slick to my dog, split ya shit to the bone
Dropping dick on a shone, while she still in her thong
Imma king of my own, fitta sit on my throne