Los - Moment For Life Freestyle Lyrics:
(talking)
uh, uhm.. the crown, is officially, very unsafe.
It's Los, and uh.. we bout to just, uh, reflect for a minute.
Verse:
Uh, look, I go; super hard, nothing less then devoted.
I put knowledge in every bar, take a second to note it.
I know that things ain't what it seems, it's like blessings is coated.
I knew this would be my moment for life the second I wrote it.
and yeah, I struggled everyday; I got used to the hole.
play tug of war with the world, I was losing my rope.
but contrary to what haters would usually hope,
when you talk about me now, tell'em I used to be broke.
bad for your health wit a raw flow.
niggas can't mention rap in my presence unless you a elf in the North pole.
you don't get that, you so unprepared;
snap back, flow adjustin' me bein' over your head, dead.
I'm bigger, stronger, and faster than them.
put my life behind bars, that's how I mastered the pen.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. ; motherf*cka it's my time.
I could write it in a script and sell it.
this kinda story; many n*ggas don't live to tell it.
I put my life in it's hands, like a convicted felon.
Victory is mine, climb a moutain, raise my fists and yell it.
I wish that I could, have this moment a bit longer.
and in the midst of the moment, the momentum get stronger.
but sh*t hunger, make friends, switch to opponents
then take the tone of a bitch on ya.
keep ya chrome on ya hip, when you bonin' them chicks homie.
they be blowin' ya click, man these hoes is a bit phony.
I move out like O's in the drought.
the day I trick on a b*tch, you see snow in the south.
way back when I had them goals in my mouth.
n*gga I was pimpin' like Jerome in the house.
thinkin' back to my martin years,
now the aston martin doors open like Martin ears.
white top, black shoes on the drop martin.
got it lookin' like a skin head and some doc martins.
it all started with a dream like Doc Martin.
Luther King, do your thing, n*gga stop talkin'.
back when they dropped the dirt on my pops coffin.
left a hard spot in my heart that will not soften.
I'm lost in this beautiful thing;
so even in my nightmares, I'm still persuin' my dreams.
got the shooter on the roof, clear view of the king.
they tell me bring the crown back, and make the funeral clean.
it's no chance for the ?, I romance wit the ?.
and these n*ggas too clean to slow dance wit the poor.
10 seconds on the clock, I take a glance at the score.
we down by 2, so I advance wit the ball.
too fast for your forward, you'll need to rewind.
I shake him out his two shoes, I got this 3 on my mind.
4 seconds left, and there's like, 5 n*ggas pressin' me.
I need 6 rings like Jordan in my legacy.
7 n*ggas on the bench, watchin' me in slow-mo.
I ate the press up, too easy, no homo.
straight down the middle to the top of the line.
and pulled that mothaf*ka back like I was cockin' a 9.
and let it fly, they thinkin' "Los did it again, damn."
ya'll n*ggas need heart, I'm the wizard, you tin man.
it take 10 minute, get the heart of this woman.
there's no 10 men, who go hard as this one man.
damn, who woulda thought I was this thorough.
I put a ribbon on the moon, my gift outta this world.
n*kkkka.
It's Los, and uh.. we bout to just, uh, reflect for a minute.
Verse:
Uh, look, I go; super hard, nothing less then devoted.
I put knowledge in every bar, take a second to note it.
I know that things ain't what it seems, it's like blessings is coated.
I knew this would be my moment for life the second I wrote it.
and yeah, I struggled everyday; I got used to the hole.
play tug of war with the world, I was losing my rope.
but contrary to what haters would usually hope,
when you talk about me now, tell'em I used to be broke.
bad for your health wit a raw flow.
niggas can't mention rap in my presence unless you a elf in the North pole.
you don't get that, you so unprepared;
snap back, flow adjustin' me bein' over your head, dead.
I'm bigger, stronger, and faster than them.
put my life behind bars, that's how I mastered the pen.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. ; motherf*cka it's my time.
I could write it in a script and sell it.
this kinda story; many n*ggas don't live to tell it.
I put my life in it's hands, like a convicted felon.
Victory is mine, climb a moutain, raise my fists and yell it.
I wish that I could, have this moment a bit longer.
and in the midst of the moment, the momentum get stronger.
but sh*t hunger, make friends, switch to opponents
then take the tone of a bitch on ya.
keep ya chrome on ya hip, when you bonin' them chicks homie.
they be blowin' ya click, man these hoes is a bit phony.
I move out like O's in the drought.
the day I trick on a b*tch, you see snow in the south.
way back when I had them goals in my mouth.
n*gga I was pimpin' like Jerome in the house.
thinkin' back to my martin years,
now the aston martin doors open like Martin ears.
white top, black shoes on the drop martin.
got it lookin' like a skin head and some doc martins.
it all started with a dream like Doc Martin.
Luther King, do your thing, n*gga stop talkin'.
back when they dropped the dirt on my pops coffin.
left a hard spot in my heart that will not soften.
I'm lost in this beautiful thing;
so even in my nightmares, I'm still persuin' my dreams.
got the shooter on the roof, clear view of the king.
they tell me bring the crown back, and make the funeral clean.
it's no chance for the ?, I romance wit the ?.
and these n*ggas too clean to slow dance wit the poor.
10 seconds on the clock, I take a glance at the score.
we down by 2, so I advance wit the ball.
too fast for your forward, you'll need to rewind.
I shake him out his two shoes, I got this 3 on my mind.
4 seconds left, and there's like, 5 n*ggas pressin' me.
I need 6 rings like Jordan in my legacy.
7 n*ggas on the bench, watchin' me in slow-mo.
I ate the press up, too easy, no homo.
straight down the middle to the top of the line.
and pulled that mothaf*ka back like I was cockin' a 9.
and let it fly, they thinkin' "Los did it again, damn."
ya'll n*ggas need heart, I'm the wizard, you tin man.
it take 10 minute, get the heart of this woman.
there's no 10 men, who go hard as this one man.
damn, who woulda thought I was this thorough.
I put a ribbon on the moon, my gift outta this world.
n*kkkka.
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