Killin’ Me lyrics

Know what I'm saying
You Know I get in that mode
Know what I'm saying

Yeah

I ain't wit it today don't say sh*t to me
I got n*ggas locked up and its killing me
I was broke and them b*tches wasn't feeling me
You a ho you got b*tch n*gga tendencies
This a message to all of my enemies
When its up b*tch its stuck ain't no sympathy
Keep a glizzy they trying to get rid of me
Name another young n*gga thats real as me

What we got put you out of your miseries
It don't take much to just feel the beat
All these n*gga keep talking bout killin me
Thats a quick way to end up deceased

We will light this b*tch up like a Christmas tree
I been rolling I'm drinking this Hennessy
Say my name ringing bells way in Tennessee
But I'm still in the hood where my n*ggas be

Better tell a n*gga watch it
I ain't trying to talk to you if ain't bout a profit
Cash getting long it ain't fitting in my wallet
n*gga c*ck blocking bout a b*tch better stop it
Know this sh*t bout to change going up like a rocket
My name running game now I'm the trending topic
n*ggas trying to cop it
Why you out here jocking
You better stop it
Before we come and c*ck it
Uh yeah
We get it popping don't lose your life for acting to c*cky
I'm with the gang and this b*tch like the nazi
Talk like you hard boy you softer than cotton
I kicked the door down cause they tried to lock it
When I come around my sh*t Ima pop it
Learn how to get money and turn to hobby
I keep a weapon I see how they watching me

You know I always thought this sh*t was justgon' be a dream forever
Until we turn it to a reality you know
A lifestyle we major now
We global

Back to the facts
Go get you some racks
I told her don't get attached
I just want to beat your lil' back in
Stop all that cappin' uh
I ain't with that acting uh
You n*ggas be rapping
I gotta keep me a mac 10

The only thing I trust is a scale yeah
RIP blood wish you well yeah
This sh*t stuck my heart like a nail yeah
This is real life ain't no tale yeah
Remember 3rd grade I had failed yeah
Now look at my life living well yeah
Why these n*ggas all up on my trail yeah
It ain't nothing else I gotta sell yeah
I had to thank the lord hallelujah
Pain turned a n*gga to a shooter
Every n*gga round me will do you
I was 15 f*cking on a cougar
Mama say son I can't lose you
I apologize for everything I put you
Its kind of hard to look at you
But i swear a n*gga will get cooked bout you

Why do you feel like you hard
We already know you a narc
Said a n*gga up to catch a charge
Trying to stop the boy from living large
Live my life it will rip you apart
I ain't know this would be from the start
Look at me at the top of the charts
This ain't regular rap this an art