Last Night In LA (Konan Freestyle)

I've come a long way from flipping an ounce

Money hid in the couch

Got your chick in the house

With my dick in her mouth

I'll bet you're listening now

Police sniffing around cause I'm big in the North

And I'm big in the South

Bring my tour to your town, make you sit in the crowd

My pockets filled up with pounds

Just like my business account

'Cause I grind like I'm broke, flight to the show

Done about five in a row, mind on my dough

But I still slide in your ho like I didn't know

You can get it right off the boat, right from my phone

Let me just type in a code, life on the road

Go ahead, try it if you want, I bet you won't

And I've got a knife in my coat, I hide on the low

Round here, it's do or you die, die if you don't

And they talk like they're here but they're never in the bits

We've got it locked from the seven to the six

I know I shouldn't be telling you this shit

I know you're friends but it's better when you kiss

So fuck all the talk, get straight to the action

Party in the 6 and I'm drunk in a mansion

Canadian girl said she loving my accent

I left with your girl but I came with the mandem

I go to shows from coast to coast

In Novikov, propose a toast I'm known to win, I go for gold

She home alone, she phone my phone

I'm like her drug, she overdose

They know the ends, they know I'm road

They know I'm street, they know the code

My head's hot, my shoulders cold

I roll with Muj, smoke the doj' big spliff, roll the roach

Slick Rick on the code, tick tick, Roley's gold

DSTRKT, loads of hoes mixed with gold Patron

Big tits, show me those, quick dick, drove her home

Biscuits, Toblerone, flip bricks, no, you don't

Big whips? No, you're broke

Click click, holy ghost

Switch kicks, throw my clothes

Calling my name, that's a real risk

I've thought about it and I'm still pissed

'Cause I don't care if you're new or a legend

You saw what happened to Will Smith

I'm the wrong one to start off

All they've sold is a half oz

Now everybody thinks they're Escobar

Looked at my D.J. like nah, 'cause

They're taking this ting too far, 'cause

They want the throne but it's ours, 'cause

If they want, we can swing it out

Just know I've got the thing parked off

You're talking tough but you need to stop

You don't put in work, you need a job

Look, I ain't even been on Breakfast Club

But they envy when they see the God, oh

Can't talk to me, talk to my PR

These dickheads think that they're cowboys

Till they end up in the E.R.

Summertime in my fur coat

7 sides on these dirt roads

We went from having scraps to 9's

While my big bros went down the church roads

(Jesus Christ) Went from a road youth to a rock star

Got bread, now I get Pop-Tarts

The ends is fucked and they blame us for it

So, you know what? I made a foundation to make up for it

(Fuck off)

I know that shit just went over your head as well, man

It always does, man

I don't wanna hear these **** talking about bars anymore, man

It's fucking embarrassing, fucking draw-out

You know who runs this shit, man (Come on, G)

(Play) Look out for the boy Golden Boy Muj

(Dirty) Tally, I see you, my bro (Come on, G)

Play Dirty every time (That's all I think about)

Oi, Misch, lock that off, man, I'm finished

(Yay, so Konan, when are you gong to come back to Canada?)

From the 7 to the 6, baby

Come on, G