Jozlah - King of MTY lyrics

[Verse 1] Haven't you heard the devil always come back for a soul? That's why I'm here again, taking all the control Made a greater comeback than the Buffalo Bills One year outta this game just helped me upgrade my skills "It was written" for me, to be "criminal minded" Got a carrier "blueprint", getting head in the backstage There's no "Life after death", so "get rich or die tryin" ni**a Step in the area, so we can play "da shining" ni**a The most hated in the world spitting NY flows Got myself much respect from Santa Lucia to Houston Got new hommies and new enemies Ironically, those breaking bread with me now tryna ruin me Now picture me, rolling with my G's Mortal Gang selling addictive CDs like PCP 24/7 on my grind, 'till I d-i-e King of Mty, ain't nobody doing it like me ni**a [Chorus] Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it's spiteful Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter [Verse 2] I'm fighting for my throne with my own method man NY in my brain, that's my state of mind all day I don't sell crack, I sell rhythm and bars But they're so addictive I got the DEA playing my tracks My product is purer than Heisenberg's, 100% I'm my own business man, my own fu*kin chef co*king hits all day 'till I have a Porsche When you see red I only see green, colorblindness Welcome to my area, Mortal Gang show no mercy now You gon' get shot in the chest if you f*ck with us We grew up in a toughest hood than the Bronx Chosen one, raised to be the realest OG in Nuevo León I got fake ni**as like hostages pointing them with a glock Fill my bags and I'll reconsider killing all these hoes This what you get for disrespecting my legacy Big Jozlah ain't playing, he talks about breaking the law G [Chorus] Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it's spiteful Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter [Outro] Dispatcher: Stockton Police, how can I help you? Man: I have three hostages, an AR-15, C-4 with a dead man switch. I want 100k in a clear plastic bag. Dispatcher: I'm sorry? Man: I have three hostages, an AR-15 and a 100... Sorry... And C-4. I want 100k in a clear plastic bag. Dispatcher: What's your name?. Man: It's irrelevant.