King Los – “Breakfast Freestyle” [Audio, Lyrics]

King Los - Breakfast Freestyle (prod. Saud)

American rapper and record producer, King Los is here with a new piece of freestyle, titled “Breakfast” and produced by Saud. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

King Los Breakfast Freestyle
King Los Breakfast Freestyle

King Los has rapped alongside the best of them. The former Bad Boy signee had his time in the limelight with collaborations alongside Rick Ross and Chris Brown, among others but these days, he’s returning to the essence of his craft. Over the past few months, he’s been slowly popping out with new freestyles showcasing his lyricism and pristine flow over some of the hottest beats in hip-hop history. Each drop seemingly hints at something bigger ahead.

This week, Los dropped off a brand new collaboration alongside producer Saud titled, “Breakfast Freestyle.” The electrifying production gives Los the stage to flex his skillset with witty references to some of the greatest to ever do it. “Andre for the Benjamins/ Don’t make me end you ’cause I’m independ/ Tryna get rich or die trying but I’ll probably end up killing many men,” he raps on the verse.

King Los – Breakfast Freestyle (prod. Saud)

Lyrics

[Intro]
I hope you motherfuckers ready
But I know you motherfuckers ain’t ready
I’m so motherfuckin’ ready (haha)

[Verse]
Ay yo
Doctor Strange [?], my optical range
The [?] son acknowledge my name
Colleges in my brain, [?] on my range
Hollow tips in my
Put that bitch in yo face, like collagen (collagen)
Hologram, sleepy hollow
Cut yo head off with no halo, Holler mano a mano
I’m Manu Ginóbili euro
Your a zero, a clear no
A outcast, a weirdo
I’m outcast like 3K (I’m)
Andre for the Benjamins
Don’t make me end you ’cause I’m in the pen
Tryna get rich or die tryin’ but I’ll prolly end up killin’ many men
I ain’t got any friends, and every time I get drunk, the Henny wins
We can’t pretend that I’m not a king though, but I got a kingdom
And I got some songs in my heart and I gotta sing ’em
And I got some passions inside me, I gotta bring ’em
I rock the bells like I’m L my nigga and I came to ring ’em
These niggas ringers, I’m comin’ in for the stringer
Bail like I’m on the wire, I’m hell fire, I’m wired
I’m rioting, niggas quiet, I’m tired, don’t get tied to these tires
Niggas talk about ridin’, and it get me inspired
Hired to hide ’em, your highness, Osiris
Don’t try this at home kids, I am in my zone kids (kids)
Like a point guard (guard)
(You on point Los?)
All the time Saud (Saud)
They came to play with the beast
That’s word to my brothers that pray to the east and stay in the streets
I stay with the heat, like Bronny and Wade, and I’m gonna get paid
If a nigga get in my way, know he gonna get played
Lyrically throwin’ a grenade on these tracks my nigga
No guardians, I’m really the god of rap my nigga
Facts (Facts) (aha)
King

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