Disappointed

[Intro: Diddy]

It's that shit that make you feel like you can levitate

Every king needs his theme music

Let that bass work, take your time with it

See, patience is a virtue

And I've been as patient as I can be

See in the midst of the chaos and confusion

The lust for the fame and the glory

Some of y'all done lost focus

I'm disappointed...

[Hook: Diddy & Los]

I'll burn 100 thousand just for my enjoyment

Y'all niggas need to call me, come get some employment

I work way too hard to let a bitch destroy it

Y'all niggas out here slippin', I'm disappointed

The shit you rockin' and the chicks you knockin' - I'm disappointed

Niggas watchin' other men's pockets - I'm disappointed

Remember that a real nigga told you - I'm disappointed

You disregarded the shit I showed you - I'm disappointed

[Verse 1: Los]

My niggas follow a code of ethics with loaded weapons

Watch your tone when we're speaking, don't even show aggression

Non-emotional king, it's sickening how I get it

I bury money then fuck around and forgot I did it

My bitch is trained your bitch is on trains

Your bitch is plain, my bitch is on planes

I move different and breathe different

Niggas cut me, I fuck around and bleed different

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ludacris]

Listen... haters best get on your job

They can't seem to keep up with all the shit I'm doing, nigga

My family organization is like the mob

Keep one eye open, just call me Slick Rick The Ruler, nigga

I can get a little cocky pulling off in my Kawasaki

1000 dollar bottles of Sake, takin' shots to the head like Rocky

Probably with your bitch... I put this dick in her

And she just got baptized, I Luda-Christened her

I'm the commissioner when it comes to spitting sick bars

My product potent like trusted dealers that flip raw

And I'm spending fast as I'm getting cause tomorrow's not promised

Today, nigga, what you think we make these hits for?

Ironically, seems like my life's your entertainment

Better that then having to show up for arraignment

That bitch I'm leaving with is not the bitch I came with

Me, Los and Diddy, we got it, nigga, you name it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Los]

Peep the cycle, I'll beat the psycho of every child smothered

What I perfected I done injected into my child's mother

Them clouds hover, she got a deal on some fly shit

So in turn, my son saw a world tour before I did

Open your eyelids, try to figure this king out

Five months in the womb, and my son was living my dreams out

Wrote a recipe for all the dramas I stepped through

Cooked up something special and sent my mama to chef school

Check who? Nigga, my stripes' part of my game

All my dark nights turnt into white parties in Spain

At the villa chillin', soakin' it in

Like I don't know where the infinity pool ends or the ocean begins

Might send your bitch back with the wrap from the transport

Them packs in her JanSport and some stamps on her passport

You past short, that's why I rock for the set

I'm connected in high places like Wi-Fi on a jet (king)

[Hook]