K.O.B. (Rules To This Shit)

(álbum: K.O.B. (King Of Brooklyn) - 2014)

[Verse 1:]
I'm the leader of the movement, the blueprint, I put goons in
If you sick and tired of the lies, I'm where the truth went
I'm alive, the winning king, I see dollar sings
Outta line, fuck every bitch on my timeline
Who am I? The K.O.B. muthafucka
30 chains, like Mister T muthafucka
Niggas following me like I'm reading from the Koran
Fuck hoes, my bitch, she flyin in from Milan
Real respect real, I pack still, ridiculous
Feelin us, these lame niggas is frivolous
Remember us? The double R, we hustle hard
Shine bright like 40 lights and 20 gods
Uh treat movie bitches like groupie bitches
Yea, I'm daydreamin on newly riches
Yea, no rap star or actor
Been ready, I blast off like NASA

[Hook:]
Who am I? The K.O.B. muthafucka (K.O.B. muthafucka)
30 chains, like Mister T muthafucka
Real respect real...
Who am I? The K.O.B. muthafucka (K.O.B. muthafucka)
30 chains, like Mister T muthafucka
Real respect real...

[Verse 2:]
Yea, everybody G's, homie please
These niggas weak, if I squeeze they gon bleed
Put em to sleep, I'm a general
For my criminals, stackin reminals
Vamanos, these lames fall like dominoes
Ruthless, got one gun with 2 clips
Woop, one dick for two chicks,
Goon shit, a couple blunts, a few clips
Group sex, hoppin out but few flex
Livin better now, Gucci leather now (free bands)
Girls I used to chase I don't remember now
On that fly shit, yo highness the livest
Surprise bitch, you ain't back, you my bitch
Yea, to touch me you need a elevator
Top floor, good view, I'm that heavy hater
It's roots to it, it's deep rooted, I've been through it
You couldn't do it, you boys blew it, let's get it

[Hook x2:]
Who am I? The K.O.B. muthafucka (K.O.B. muthafucka)
30 chains, like Mister T muthafucka
Real respect real...
Who am I? The K.O.B. muthafucka (K.O.B. muthafucka)
30 chains, like Mister T muthafucka
Real respect real...