Loso continues the #FridayNightFreestyles with some smooth bars over The LOX’s “All For The Love”.[Verse 1]

When you think of me, you think of the nicest

My slow flow's a modern-day crisis, these freestyles are priceless

All you gon' hear is God damns and Jesus Christes

While these 90s beats become religious sacrifices

Rap game's ISIS, studio terrorism

Lira Galore came through, helped me with the lyricism

These is hard bars, type you only hear in prison

Swag rap got you blind, this shit'll clear your vision

Grass cut low, so you can catch em' being snake

Cause everybody real 'til you catch 'em bein' fake

And I write my mean shit when I'm in a nice mood

And Friday's ain't been this good since Ice Cube's

See, behind every nice dude is a monster

They say behind every bad bitch is a sponsor

Just remember that this time could be your last time

That's why I'm out here rappin' like it's my last rhyme

So, stop complaining and get in your swag

In other words, get out your feelings and get in your bag

My nigga, your biggest problem is you care too much

And you always around, you be there too much

And it's, Fuck what you heard cause you hear too much

You just a lookin'-ass nigga and you stare too much

And over here we don't care for such

It's so real, shorty still hop in and be like, Here's your dutch

And now we rollin', blowin' Cali in the whip, stylin'

She actin' like it's a molly and her shit smilin'

She ain't listen, she probably in the whip wildin'

Suckin' like it's the Kylie Jenner Lip Challenge

Uh, play-off game on the seventy-inch

And I'm the type of player that never get benched

Bitches wanna hang you, never the lynch

I'm tryin' to live this dream and never get pinched

Just somethin' 'bout my shit, I got it figured out

Bitch, I don't need your number, I'm seven-figured out

Nowadays, it looks like talk is all these niggas 'bout

Seems like the smallest pockets always have the biggest mouth

And being broke is a joke, I know I shouldn't laugh

That's why I come for everything they said I couldn't have

Before I go, only thing I want to mention is...

Money ain't the root of all evil now, attention is

[Hook]

Chillin', sittin' in a Ghost, quarter-million

While all these niggas actin' jealous in their feelings

Next few years, I'm a stack it to the ceilin'

All for the love and keep killin', yeah

Chillin', sittin' in a Ghost, quarter-million

While all these niggas actin' jealous in their feelings

Next few years, I'm a stack it to the ceilin'

All for the love and keep killin', yeah