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 hoe 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 7 to the 6
 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 Patrón
 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 (Oh no)
 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 DJ 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 ting 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 card, oh
 Can't talk to me, talk to my PR
 These dickheads think that they're cowboys
 Till they end up in the ER
 Summertime in my fur coat
 7 sides on these dirt roads
 We went from having scraps to 9s
 While my big bros went down the church roads
 (Jesus Christ!) Went from a road yout 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 niggas 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
 Yeah, aye, so Konan
 When you gonna come back to Canada?
 From the 7 to the 6 baby, come on G